• Embers

    She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her…


  • FLOOD

    “Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” J.R.R. Tolkien I feel the warmth of your fingertips as they dance along my cooled skin.And the silence of my winter,quickly melts into a flood.It rushes down deserted halls and vacant cobwebbed spaces,the walls that I have partitionedbreak and scatter violently.Gasping, I clutch with wild clawsat the edges…