A winter night

Walking home in the winter,

frost gnawing at your exposed flesh, the crunch of the snow is the only sound that's prolonging your madness due to such a silent night. Snow catches in your hair and on your eyelashes, blurring your vision even further. The sky is full of stars, appearing as its own little snowflakes, filtering your surroundings like a blanket of darkness. Beautiful, black infinity. Your nose, lips, and cheeks have turned red, your eyes looking like endless darkness against the rest of your colorless skin. I remember kissing those lips, the bittersweet taste lingering on my tongue like a pomegranate seed. Pure innocence bursting into my mouth, the venomous bite afterward. We use to love each other and now we're just a faded memory. A dream we can't recall. A nightmare long forgotten. A winter night melted away by a spring morning.