her fingers
were frosted
with cold.
her breath blew
out a bloom
of winter.
her heart,
a deep
freezer with
wrapped
meat in
brown paper.
her toes
were icicles.
her eyes steel
blue,
deep and dark
as the north
atlantic.
you needed
a blow torch
to get anywhere
with here.
Monday, April 14, 2014
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