Her skirt of scarlet pulled
from the ankle;
as she hastened her steps
breath rose in forms of smoky blue.
Stopping cold on broken twigs
frozen in fairy tale,
she peered upward. Snow fell
with no cloud in the sky.
How soon lovers forsake the
faithful whispers of moonlight;
cooing birds shutter, flutter
and blur the lines with tears.
She’d only wanted one to love her,
but tragic oaths of mutilated promise
breed an anemic beast hungry for
a burning, scorching bite.
The milky air
washed invisible the copse of antiquity
while her lips turned aubergine
against the newly fallen white of frosty vows.
She squeezed the fruit and
licked the juice of indiscretion
with no pleasure.
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
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