icy droplets shine in her hair

her skin velvety white, bluish

here and there, or grey

icy droplets perched on her eyelashes

her eyes, like stones, like

moons stare at a vast nothingness

that only she can see tonight.

but it is morning now

the baby blue sun makes her velvet snowflake skin

glow, though chalky

she is motionless

she is here for the vultures now.