the season girl (i)

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She is like winter
her emotionless eyes pale blue
and her skin translucent,
the colour of a flower vase
people tend to shatter carelessly
every so often.
Every line on her skin is weaved
into an intricate pattern of snowflakes,
held tightly together
not to protect her from the outside,
but to hold her insides together.
People do not understand
that when cut open,
her white-hot liquid sadness,
sparkling like snow in the sun,
likes to spill out.
And every once in a while,

it chokes her.