The Ice Queen

the snowflakes catch in her lashes

when she blinks they scatter

like little white butterflies

her blue lips

raw

yet soft to the touch

leave frostbite

on her lovers

her frosty cerulean eyes

cast their frigid gaze

upon a glacial world

her small white hands

nimble fingers

frozen

weave bitter winds

of winter

from sharpened

icicles

and

blows on them gently

sending them out

into the world

and she shivers