She was cold

She was cold

walking through the tree boughs

alone

icy clouds for breath

the dead air hung solid

clogged her nostrils,

burned her throat

red scarf

tight around her neck

white gloves

prominent against the

starless black sky

riddled with

grey clouds

they sat above

heavy and thin

mists twirling round

a stationary wind

…

she can smell it

this purposeless breeze

she is freezing

down below the naked trees

she lies down

in the frosted snow bank

in her new icy bed

breath comes shorter

ragged, sharp and strangled

as her eyes close,

crust over with the chill

she whispers with her

dead battery headphones

"Girls speak in riddles,

boys just lie."