She Dead
icy droplets shine in her hair
her skin velvety white, bluish
here and there, or grey
icy droplets perched on her eyelashes
her eyes, like stones, like
moons stare at a vast nothingness
that only she can see tonight.
but it is morning now
the baby blue sun makes her velvet snowflake skin
glow, though chalky
she is motionless
she is here for the vultures now.
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