• The snow falls; white, crisp in the inky sky.

    A rose falls; a scarlet pinpoint in an eggshell abyss.

    A girl sits crying out. "Why? Why? Why?"

    She's been hurt. She's been cheated.

    She sits cold and lonely in the silent wisps.

    Snow caresses her face.

    She needs to leave this place.

    Yet all she does is sits, sits, sits.

    Dying inside from loss; and out from chill.

    Now she lies dead from pain... so still.