The Snow Queen
by Madison Rohn
She shatters every mirror to avoid her reflection,
to fracture the faces that mimic her
hair dark as the winter evening sky,
her pupils the color of barren trees,
her skin scarred by glass shards,
her pearls of tears frozen on her cheek.
She walks down the salt-stained sidewalk,
a crown of ice crystals dangles from her head.
Her presence chills the spring air,
her cold gaze repels the breath of life,
her voice of howling blizzard freezes all talk,
her words sharpen into icicles.
Perhaps the right person could chisel away her exterior,
expose her sculpted heart.
But the frigid whisper of wind frosts over her soul,
hardening her back to isolation.