o1, winter.

she smiles like snowflakes whistling in rippling waters,
stubbles of icicles melting softly in her disney mermaid eyes,
petals of crackling leaves sworn around her gloss-white hair like an aureole
with her mouth open, catching in lucid drops of oxygen as winter bleaches on
the inside of her cheek.

author's note:
and i said i would stop, and i didn't.