Treacherous Conditions

[Mrs-Sin]

The wind strokes icy fingers through my hair,
Pulling and tangling with enthusiasm
At having found a playmate that allows its affections.

The snow feathers kisses on my eyelashes
Complementing my pale skin with its own icy complexion
Trying to draw the rose in my blood to my cheeks.

The deepest black in the heart of the ice returns
The glare I direct at it, uncaring for my disdain
Or the hatred the other elements feel.

The blue in my lips cannot be matched
Save by the paint on the car that fell victim
To the ice that only wanted to see how much life is in
A drop of blood as it unwinds from my mouth.

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Thank you very much for your feedback! Todd, I did consider your alteration for the last verse, but it didn't feel as powerful until I changed 'prey' to 'victim'. Thanks again for your critiques!

So the inspiration for this one would be the recent cold snap and how the UK is unable to deal with sudden snowfalls and overnight freezing. The story behind it is how a car going past me hit a patch of black ice and came very close to mounting the pavement and hitting me. Scary stuff.