Matted fur

In the moment of admission to be shunned is the denial of air pure  suffication to her.Its fiery fingers grip the cold wet fleash of her neck. The trembling of two bodies in the night  and sweat slicked matted fur twitching. Frozen flower petals burst with such an Ironic thing called dry ice incapsuled by hate. Dismay and disgust washed over the thick air. She lay undead and her broken heart never beat the same. Decay left gaping holes not visible but felt. Life went on but her curdled soul never loved again