A blank canvas,
Stark and white.
Coming down in billows,
and shielding the world.
It’s a bleaching of sorts.
To cleanse the dead and dying.
-covering footprints in the snow.
Mindless scribbles being carelessly erased.
And endless ramblings, just gone,
without a trace left behind.
No room for the living,
in this blank slate.
Flake after flake,
coating the earth,
like a sheet covering the dead.
Preparing for her burial.
