frost

The icy weather had consumed her entire being. Her stiffened posture managed to move to a more comfortable position. Frost had layered itself against her bones. The tip of her nose was in the process of turning numb. It was miserable, the coldness had taken over and all the warmth from before had been quickly forgotten.

Mistrust could be compared to the feeling that was taking over her mind. She feels as if fear has permanently paralayzed her. Trust has become so foreign and jealousy so prominent. Bitterness spills over, out of her heart and into her words. Everything, even her vocabulary, has been touched by the hatred that consumes her.

Sometimes the simplest phrases can spark grand events that have produced all the hostility. It leaves this repulsive taste in her mouth that seems impossible to get rid of. She tries to remove what has been left for her. She refuses to believe in permanence.

Hope has become a concept that is joked off, as if the existence of the word is unheard of. The coldness returns when hope leaves and she feels as if she will never reach warmth. She misses her old self, the self that never carried around the memories and darkness.

She lets her eyes rest on the window and peers outside. Sometimes she feels so broken.