to splinters and jags
as if she smashes snow.
It creaks
and sinks into her.
She feels explored.
The snowflakes
elbows and knees melt,
their lips too. They kiss.
She dies like every book
when the icy lovers are deepest.
She lives with this death for years.
Author Bio:
Sid Orange is an autodidact. He lives in The Cotswolds in UK and likes superlatives.