FrostBites

The frost bites on her skin,
But she doesn’t care,
she doesn’t care her skin’s bare,
She stares with a look of horrified surprise,
Her cherry coloured lips part,
She knows what she did,
She sees red and can’t scream,
She saw her skin white it would seem,
Her nails bitten and bloodied,
Her eyes dark with her bad deed,
She doesn’t need to get up,
Only wants to,
She thinks about that person who,
She cared about the most,
She finished off so easily,
She doesn’t know what to be,
Her skin turns warm,
The cool liquid keeps her warm,
Quickly spilling on her,
It surrounds her almost as much as the agonizing pain,
For it is herself she has slain,
Suddenly she falls and collapses,
The sense that traps her is,
Something bitter sweet,
She smiles as the metal drops from her hand,
It clinks like tin,
And her throat breathes in,