December Eyes

Deep Winter Freeze rowan-in-the-snow

December Eyes

Her memories have matured, thawed beneath winter’s deep freeze.

His december eyes held depravity inside, and now her pen bleeds as a rowan berry amid pure snow, spilling their inky love. His lips once tender as a toddler’s, brushed her plush mouth and whispered the most beautiful lies.

The devil, indeed, lives in lovely skin.

© Grace Black
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