Cold and spearlike arrows shoot from your mouth, penetrating in to my soul with a crystal sharp precision. Frosty blue.
Frozen in to the depths of my wounded heart time and time again.
Icebergs of frozen sentiment unravel in your stare, fixed and rigid with passionless purpose.
Snowflakes illuminated in your smile resonate in to my essence, echoing in to the foundations of my being .
Cracked chips of ice line your voice as it frosts in to the crisp air, thoughtless.
Cruel beyond comprehension, deadened and numb of all sentiment .
You stare right through me, stony and unconcerned.
Stinging my being brutally and callously , treading on to my spirit carelessly.
Never ending .
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Leonara Hansen
I am someone who likes to write fictional stories for fun. I find it cathartic and simply enjoy it!
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