Cascading snowflakes
Brush against my skin,
Cooling my outstretched limbs
Spread on the asphalt
My eyes blink
Slowly-
As though I am entranced
My mind ticking
Like an old grandfather's clock
Tocking to a stop
My dress is crinkled
Its ends frayed
It rises and falls
With the whistle of the wind
Mocking me, taunting me
With its whispers of promises
Never kept
The sun begins to set
And the clouds bunch closer to its light
As though
They are savouring the last moments.
Its last tantalising taste of warmth.
My eyelids hesitantly come to a stop
My hair blows onto my face
Shielding what's left of me.
I cower into a ball
Hugging my knees to my chest
As the world is bathed
in darkness.
~ZA
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
Cascading snowflakes
Brush against my skin,
Cooling my outstretched limbs
Spread on the asphalt
My eyes blink
Slowly-
As though I am entranced
My mind ticking
Like an old grandfather's clock
Tocking to a stop
My dress is crinkled
Its ends frayed
It rises and falls
With the whistle of the wind
Mocking me, taunting me
With its whispers of promises
Never kept
The sun begins to set
And the clouds bunch closer to its light
As though
They are savouring the last moments.
Its last tantalising taste of warmth.
My eyelids hesitantly come to a stop
My hair blows onto my face
Shielding what's left of me.
I cower into a ball
Hugging my knees to my chest
As the world is bathed
in darkness.
~ZA
