Body limp, cold peach skin, a pasty sheet to choke her in. Frozen powder, white-ice rain - with no more blood, she feels no pain. The sky is shady, so damp this night, and with no life, she's left no flight; naughty stars, illegal beams, and in this light her body gleams....no clothes to sheath, only sheet to see, tangled mouth, just body free. Peach to blue, blue to black, rotting here with no way back? Words left empty, eyes left bleak, against this wasteland her size, so meak. Snowflaked hair, tight plum lips, tiny scratches, handprint hips -- "Come to me," her angel whispered and sheet pulled tight, the angel kissed her.