The fluttering lights of a nightscape

Skyscrapers barely reaching the skyline

Fingers slipping, losing warmth, the cold

setting in, tendrils of ice trailing

upon the soft flesh, caresses of

frozen touch, it all sinks beneath,

forming rivers beneath the skin, flowing

like racing hearts, flying crimson,

droplets of iron tears, red, red, all red.

The night falls, curtain and all,

gently wrapping us within its embrace.