in white
it is cold
the breathe she sighs
freezes
forming tiny clouds over her head;
an icy halo.
" so many letters..." she mutters,
"so many words just tossed away,
never saying what i mean to say."
she stops, she freezes.
an audience of trees and frost
listen intently.
she sits and waits,
watches.
trees fade back into hallways
hallways into roads
roads into places
she never thought she'd go.
until there is nothing
fozen ground
frozen girl
red birds calling
snow still falling
eyes shut tight
an empty grave
all strewn with white.