Cold and cruel,
I am
a resemblance like pain:
silver against skin and hair
the color of blood.
I am desire, night, and
the cold of winter’s breath.
Breathe me in,
exhale death.
Cold and cruel,
I am
a resemblance like pain:
silver against skin and hair
the color of blood.
I am desire, night, and
the cold of winter’s breath.
Breathe me in,
exhale death.