Steel kisses skin.

Parts it.

Easily.

Sweetly.

And moves on.

Barely felt.

The kiss of steel is cold as ice.

Cold as death.

And the river wells forth.

Freed.

Unleashed.

Warm.

Nearly hot.

And yet the shadow of steel kiss remains.

Strengthens.

Grows colder.

Refusing to drown in a river of blood.


A/N: What do you think? Alternate title suggestions? Any lines you liked? Must say I'm rather proud of the last one.