Palebluecardigan

Hide-and-seek with death

I’m playing hide and seek with death

barefoot in the wildest winter;

I touch a red rose grown up

from an ice-frozen ground,

crimson drops paint the marble floor,

my lips put on a natural blue lipstick

and I let out a cold smoke,

tears on my cheeks dry into icicles

while I step my numb feet on the glassed lake,

disturbing temporal sleep of the sea residents,

I take a last look at the shameless trees

as the ice cracks, pulling me into an endless void

pushing out the voices of the mourning birds

I’m touched by their solicitude

coming home earlier to cut my solitude;

I let out a goodbye bubble to them

and sink to my demise,

finally winning the game.