I could taste the sugar frosted mountain tops just by standing on my tip toes, I saw my limbs extend like in accelerated puberty, the wind, always haughty and disdainful, stroked my face like an old forsaken lover freezing every muscle on its way and tearing off every emotion to ever exist within me.
I felt the clouds build a crown upon my head, floating up and down as they stuck snow flakes together.”The Ice Queen” they whispered in my ear, like one of those gloomy melodies that once embellished the winter of my now frozen heart…And I listened.
My body, gradually growing dead branches and stalagmites, was covered in a bespoke attire made out of dewdrops and hand-stitched by the river caressing my feet. Omnipresent as I had become I took the time to contemplate my newly found kingdom…If only I could feel something…Anything.
