Conclusive Snowfall
Frigid bones puckered flesh frosted over stiff with cold too long to thaw motion restricted locked joints. Color leeched from landscape bleeding warmth poisoning vibrancy with monochrome white black. Grayscale sepia coffee stain on parchment paper peeled properly per poignant persuasion pointing por progress peaked end. Creaking echo resounding hardwood halls candlelit mahogany doors swing bend in footsteps crunch leaving prints tracing paths through condensed freezing weather bane. Blooming breath billowing bound blowing brilliantly through dry air puffy silver clouds humidify heat; carbon dioxide dangerous in small doses. Stony portraits past path-makers play hide and seek sneaking sly sights secretly sighing yawn ageless time moves on turning tides training types to trial tales tomorrow together. Old man winter cast his hand played his cards lain law through wind sleet hail snow frost snapping sapping life away. Near frostbitten finger tips only safe sturdy shield of woolen fiber, resiliently standing guard retaining warmth against angry bitter jaded weather swings like moods violently without warning.
Another snow today.
Frost on windows ice on sills tracing shapes with heated flesh melting away begins clearing paths through cold hardness sharp against bone. Biting chill sinks teeth deep oddly burning against nerves muscle tissue warping distorting vessels organs each snap of the jaw. Inexplicable imperfections imprint in imagination imagery invading inner identity into idiosyncrasy idiocy intuitive ideal informal interrogation ironically ignorant. White ivory soft cotton bleached blanched stainless sight untouched by humankind shimmering yonder thousand diamonds glinting in sunlight karats uncountable invaluable impossibly beautiful. Beauty and death go hand in hand. Courting sinfully seductive sashay intertwined too tightly to be twisted clean breaking free from the other. Winter to conclusion snowfall to magnificence as death vanity sweeps their intimate waltz across psyches; dying perfection perfect dead.
Beauty kills, death gorgeous.
Don’t you know?
Winter is coming.
Another snow today.
Frost on windows ice on sills tracing shapes with heated flesh melting away begins clearing paths through cold hardness sharp against bone. Biting chill sinks teeth deep oddly burning against nerves muscle tissue warping distorting vessels organs each snap of the jaw. Inexplicable imperfections imprint in imagination imagery invading inner identity into idiosyncrasy idiocy intuitive ideal informal interrogation ironically ignorant. White ivory soft cotton bleached blanched stainless sight untouched by humankind shimmering yonder thousand diamonds glinting in sunlight karats uncountable invaluable impossibly beautiful. Beauty and death go hand in hand. Courting sinfully seductive sashay intertwined too tightly to be twisted clean breaking free from the other. Winter to conclusion snowfall to magnificence as death vanity sweeps their intimate waltz across psyches; dying perfection perfect dead.
Beauty kills, death gorgeous.
Don’t you know?
Winter is coming.