(hands frosted with snow)

until my hands go numb

and I can feel no more

frosted with snow

still scribbling on

the lost pen falling from my fingers

frosted with snow

ice snowflakes in my hair

falling down

drizzling down while melting

                      in my hair

(no longer icy cold) (?)

falling on my fingers

frosted in snow

spidry cobwebs forming on them

as scrawled upon my hand(s)

drawn by tiny little spiders

            with tiny little strokes

forming and following unknown endless patterns

melting on my

            dried up cold skin

- still warm with life -

forming little drops and dripplets

falling, toppling on

           further down

frosting again

           just in motion

forming new cobwebs on my fingers

my hands are cold

I can't feel them any more

(can't move them)

(-) frosted with snow

long ago they 'd started hurting

when freezing in the cold had started

but now the pain is ceasing

can't feel even that

my hands are too cold to move them

I can't go on writing any more

my story will end here

I won't, can't write on -

goodbye (...)

my hands are too cold

frosted with snow

the adamant lines

of spidry work

closing over my veins

closing as they're gonna explode

as my blood is starting to freeze ...

the last lines

            - the last few words -

                        I've only thought

for I can't write any more,

my hands are too cold

frosted with snow;

you must 've imagined them,

these last few words

for I can't have told you

without writing - ...

and so you must have imagined them;

you 'll have to imagine yourself

these last few scenes/minutes

when my fingers freeze,

when my blood ceases running

when my heart blood freezes

- you 'll have to imagine them

for I can't tell you anymore,

just as you imagined these

last few words (...)

goodbye -

for my hands are too cold now

frosted with snow

only snow

drizzling down from falling trees

closing in the air

closing in on me

like 1000 stars of dazed bewilderment

can't see them anymore

only imagine them

- my eyes are closing -

can't see them anymore

falling on my hands

frosted with snow

(...)

19.3.07 Lilly Lime