The cold hurts,

before their bodies turn numb, it devours them

-- chews them up and spits them out until they're nothing

	but shattering bones piled up against the wind.

						

							I see them!



Hearts frozen over,

whilst shuddering bodies convulse in the arctic snow,

quivering and sobbing of an empty hurt

	unaware of rotten, old flesh trailing like bread crumbs.



							Don't follow!



Passionately cruel. 

Like the piercing winter breeze that stabs against their chests.

Help these girls! How they sniff with the flu and dream of the sun,

	and all it takes is one fatal touch-- 

	to have them melting at his feet

	and call it love.







A/N: It's been a while since I last wrote something xD;; The trigger for this poem? I went to Minnesota to visit a friend of mine and I saw her outside. It looked like she was shivering to death, but she was actually sobbing. In my ignorance I had handed her a scarf when I should've handed her a handkerchief...