as stark as the winter of her eyes
it glowers in the spark of her eyes as she hisses commands and spits poison, darkening into teeming whirlwinds of emotion. the waves roll with its subdued clarity and the storm roars with its fearless might. it is the weapon that scars your heart and numbs your head as she walks away, her shoes the color of her eyes and her lips as faded as an unremarkable winter day. it is the sky as it weeps inconsolably, drowning mortals in its grieving embrace. but most of all it is the locks of your hair–the in the tint of your warm smile and the essence of her seastorm gaze or perhaps, most fittingly, it is the last thing see as your eyes close for the last time, lost in an image of endless fog and stormy eyes.
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Name: ☾ tanisha ☽
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