Where the ice was thick they laughed,
where it was thin she felt alive;
her soft spoken dreams
tempted him further from the edge until
her last smile,
stripped of sentiment,
swollen with bitter black lies
fused with the blood that pooled beneath the man
she once called home.
Within the hour
he would be a stranger to her every thought;
the smothering snow would heal the cracks
seamlessly behind her.
© D. Archer. October 2014.