You perch on the edge of eternity
waiting for a specific time to rush in
bringing with you a warm breath of air
to thaw away the efforts I put into
subduing the unwitting earth to preserve
deaths under blankets of encrusted ice.
I chilled and I killed and all the while
I never stopped painting a smile on
my glass lips cherishing my triumphs.
I wonder how close you are to me now;
I can feel tendrils of dread creeping
steadily up my spine causing me to shiver.
I wonder if I moved even just one step,
would I be encased in your verdant arms?
Are you that close to me... to destroy me?
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