There are diamonds in the snow, like a jewelry store case, shattered on the ground.. I decide to lay down in them, leaving a memory of an angel here. I can see the warmth coming from my mouth, like cigarette smoke, that I can’t seem to relieve. My lips are cracked and uninviting. They warn those who kiss them, of the cold inside. The snow covers the naked trees branches, as if it were a white blanket sent from the sky, with a message to keep them warm. I cry for the possibility, and build an icecastle of tears. There are diamonds and angels. There are blankets, and icecastles…yet my footsteps are the only ones following me into this winter night.
