My hands are cold ,

though I do not shiver;

nor my lips are blue

like the starless ether above, simply cold hands in the shadows trying to grasp something to quieten the dread of my conscious; whose will was defied

These icy hands murdered him,

simply using black inkand crumpled paper, scattered here and there

in the locked chambers

of a withered heart

And now, these hands will shred

every leaf,and every wisp of memory

tainted with sorrow,

to forever sway

in the passing wind

MT~ 7-1-2014

MT~ Thoughts?