The Flurry in Her

36 Snow

And even though you’re frigid
I’m still falling for you.
Each of your flakes, so unique by design,
drifts down delicately
blanketing my world in white
as if to erase the existence
of everyone and everything.
The way you brush against my skin is sweet
albeit brief
but I eventually grow numb to your touch.
Neither of us wants this anymore
and so you smother me
silently,
sensitively
until I succumb
to your subzero eternity
frozen and forgotten
forever.

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