fragments of frosted midnight caressed her dun cheeks. snowflakes exited her lungs and into the air, a spiral of silver and smoke. she lay a hand against her face, as if her icy hands might rescue her cleaving cheeks, splintering into arrows. clockwork fingers caressing the remains of silk hair spun into knots. frost encrusted spider-webs they fell over her button eyes and shielded the soul beneath. coughs dragged in hurricanes as she strained to oil her bolts. keep yourself together. weeds pulled against that makeshift dress, moss formed over her toes. blanketed in the land she once grew from. shards spilled over her shoulders, the creatures had found her. decay was imminent. cloaked in rime, she returned.


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