split finger tips
numbly bat
at the bits of memory
scattered in the snow
their touch slowly recedes
deep
to the sunken eyes
these helpless orbs
guide pathetic hands
fumbling with that forgotten feel
they watch as jagged shards
of broken senses
tear at paper skin
to reveal frozen veins
gasping for one spurt
of lovely red life
to ignite in the white
listen,
the final whisper winds
along breathless fissures
my cold love sighs to see
the first few fingers
into ghostly splinters shatter
and
without much fuss
drift back to the snow
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
split finger tips
numbly bat
at the bits of memory
scattered in the snow
their touch slowly recedes
deep
to the sunken eyes
these helpless orbs
guide pathetic hands
fumbling with that forgotten feel
they watch as jagged shards
of broken senses
tear at paper skin
to reveal frozen veins
gasping for one spurt
of lovely red life
to ignite in the white
listen,
the final whisper winds
along breathless fissures
my cold love sighs to see
the first few fingers
into ghostly splinters shatter
and
without much fuss
drift back to the snow