Eternal Winter

pouty lipped
pixie cut siren

She's perched beside burning candles
they cast her flesh in tangerine radiance.

Eyes vacant
oblivious
gazing out
inquisitive

indefinately.


She,


alluringly rough,
seeks no comfort
aside from the crystal
that lays delicatly between her
breasts.

Resembling
the heart she claims
feels no more..


I remember her
before the ice settled
and frost took over..

Vibrant
chirpy
waif

A heart to affable
for the likes of the world..

Back when she'd have giggle fits
as the pipe was passed around the room...

Now it appears as though she smokes
to try and execute something that may still live
inside somewhere...

Spring turned into
eternal winter

I mourn for the loss of her true self..