loud silence
The screaming ice breezed in,
An invisible force pushed its way in.
The silence, dead silence , a mouse paws would make thunder.
Listening for the loud laboured breathing,
As she exhaled the air formed into a white puff of a cloud walking in the wind howling with the crushing rustling of the leafs
The light of the moon, glazed its fingers trailing onto the skin, hair standing on end.
The sky crying pouring a river as it drowned everything within its reach
Skin shivering as a blanket of cold holded her in big meaningless smothering arms.
The sky drenched in sorrow soul, pleading for the agony.
To wish it away.
The flower once blooming with the touch of motherly love, hold in the cringing chilling frigid,
Down on the empty misery.
