* 𝕯𝗔̣𝐌𝗦𝗘𝗟̸𝗘𝑻𝗧𝗘 . ❜

my body is ice cold, preserved and still pink under the heavy snowfall. i will begin to rot when the spring comes, melting away the stoic frost you have left me with.

she traces the dips of her waist, the curves of her hips. she wonders if her fingers can bring back the dead.