Quiet as snowfall

The footsteps follow her

...Pitter-patter...

Foreshadowing as the grave

A breath is cast down her neck

...Hnn-hrrrr...

Light as a breeze

Fingers reach at her coat

...Whoosh-whir...

Crisp as fallen leaves

A heart is being rearranged

...Snap-shuffle...

Hollow as midnight

Nothing moves but a pulse

...Tha-dum...

Loud as rain on a tin roof

Tears cascade down to the floor

...Plink-plonk…

And when she turns back

All she ever sees

Is her stark reflection

Staring right back in the face of the ghost

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