You’ll never get away.
He claimed that once
with violet lips brushing against
my cold knuckles.
We’re connected now.
His whispers slipped through frosty air
and bit past flesh
till crimson bled into his palm.
Accept what has happened.
My chin thrust back
bare neck exposed in agony
but the trembles that ran through me
were not birthed from him.
A shuddered breath
the warmth began to leave.
I saw the icicles on my eyelashes
and smiled at the dancing light.
You can’t go, you’re mine forever.
The voice faded
a backdrop to my new wonderland.
The spots of maroon on the snow began to grow.
A pretty pattern – and the last I’d see.