She lays still on the icy floor.
In the cold room she once played in before.
No one by her side.
All alone with the pain inside.
She looked at the portrait of herself.
Sitting still on the shelf.
The girl in the picture was a stranger.
Her eyes were heavenly blue, blond curls framed her face, and fair skin as delicate rose petals.
She couldn’t bring herself to believe that that girl was once her.
She stared at her broken reflection in the cracked mirror.
Her hair a mess, her skin was pale, and her eyes black, and full of terror.
She threw a rock at the picture and it crack to pieces.
Her breathing slowed down and her hand trembled.
She breath was raspy as she felt the kiss of death.
Soon her dark eyes were blank and all her pain evaporated into the thin cold air.
Leaving her empty and lifeless in the room with frozen tears and broken glass.
