frozen by the window

my eyes locked 'pon the ground

i stare right through the white

thinking how there was no sound

when i drew the blade across my neck

the blood rained down

like bricks

i had worked so hard to drown,

in the pain that i felt for you.

i am frozen by the window.

my eyes rise from the snow,

to the shape defined in agony

but o, yea, the ecstasy!,

weaving 'cross my lonely, airy soul

when i saw you, yes you, my darling

grasp the very instrusment

to pierce your precious heart

that so long ago had held me bound

to life

my eyes rise from the snow,

thinking how there was no sound

when you and i drew the blade across

what we used to have.

no sound but Mother Earth

calling forth her cold, white messenger

to mourn the lives, the memory

of two star-crossed porcelain lovers

on the fine December morn.

FIN.