Frost Bite
Cold winter frost touches smooth silky skin so elegantly
Leaving a frozen kiss behind, causing immense pain
Silky skin turning as black as night, blood flow has stopped
Silky skin frozen over like a lake in the dead of winter.
A lake so fragile that the smallest pierce of a knife could shatter the lake
Afraid to let go of what was there, we ran into the icy snow
Silky skin is unable to withstand the cold, we don’t have fur!
I trek the barren wasteland with nothing but the silky skin on my back
I am cold, winter so beautiful and sweet, freezing anything alive or not
For the winter’s personality is as cold as it is!
All that’s left is frostbite to reminisce about winters cold delight
My silky skin has rotted away, frozen over like a statue at Niflheim’s gate.
