In that moment
there was a feeling. 
It burrowed in
and condensed into a tight ball of dust. 
Then it exploded. 
Spreading out. 
Reaching tentacles to far corners.
Wrapping roots. 
Breaking pavement. 
A chemical reaction of the volatile kind. 
A thorn coated call. 

She was shook. 
Mistook a sly smile for a grimace
and took to the cold.

Ice plated girl.
Overlooking from an ice plated terrace. 
Her vantage skews the scene.
She trembles 
and dreams in red. 

Silly girl.
Forgot of such things as shears.