Feet; trudging agognizingly slow through the soft, heavvy snow
tears; freezing to her pale, colorless cheeks
her eyes; slate marbles, clouded with emptiness
her soul; without a known purpose, burning for meaning, wanting to lose all logic and hesitaion
her mind, filled with sense and logic; beats down the thought of freedom immediatly
her frozen lips, ever silent; speak a thousand words, yet her voice never heard
