Arctic colours in my hair.
Supposed rings of fruition.
Halve what we have.
In half, falling together.
Nice turned fake. Lifeless Face
Lakes belate a frozen chalice.
Turned green with envy.
Savage crushed, powdered lattice.
Exit to entrance, an end to my dreams.

Thunderstorms over happiness.
Sunshine behind her eyelids.
Horse and cart stained with emptiness.
Swimming through strands of hair.

We wrapped her in blankets.
Let her sleep in cotton wool.