It started out low.
Low in the feet
The toes went first.
Cold as ice.
They tingled and grew numb
And the cold breath moved on
Through the feet to the legs
First one then the other
The feet getting colder and colder
The hands now stop moving with grace
Shaking as they write their last farewell.
The legs twitch and writhe as the pain subsides
The head now clogged with mist
Getting greyer and greyer
The toes now completely frozen
The letter almost done
Now rough and incomplete
Blue covers the once peach skin
And eyes now clouded with ice
Close to the world I never knew.