Smoke, on a cold winter day
Fills the air
Caresses her face
Cherry blossoms float in the distance
Snow drips silently onto her nose
And as it does, she realizes, she drifts in the breeze
For a moment, her pain is stalled
And all is still in the woods
The trees, her brain
No longer shake with distress
But calmly are ribboned with cold
To make her forget
Of the night he broke her
With just two hands and
A lust that could fill the town
He broke her
But today, she is whole
Twenty below, and she is whole