Frozen in Fear

out beyond pristine lawns,
further than the dead
grasses and weeds,
a moonlit figure stands
at the woodland’s edge.
nondescript features, hidden
behind distance and shadow,
cut the night with frozen stare,
piercing my soul, teasing
with thoughts of elusive hope.
arctic breath fighting
flames of passion and promise,
while cold, malevolent laughter
chills naked skin, giving frostbite
to an already dying heart.
silent screams, fall like sleet
unheard, as they coat the path.
talons of ice leave frozen blood
trails on my back, leaving me
scarred and marked as hers.
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