ice beauty

I stumbled across her lifeless body, frozen.

She was angelic, her skin pure and pale.

Her lips, a very faint pink, almost purple,

Golden curls framed her face.

Her clothing was sheer. I could see her insides.

The blood that used to flow through her veins was cold, frozen, dark.

Her organs were shriveling, dissolving

And her bones, poking out all over.

The sky opened.

Bits of snow began to drift on to her frosty limbs,

Fingers and toes darkening with frostbite.

A layer of ice formed on her face,

Her eyelashes frozen shut, icicles.

Purest of beauty.

Cover her. Save her. Take her.

More than that, love her.

But I was too scared of the cold.

Gently, I kissed her pink lips

And left her sleeping in the snow.