I never thought you would be a woman, as odd as that sounds,
watching a prowling smile curl up into your gossamer mouth.
Frost on the ground cracks underfoot as you’re edging my way,
the knot in your blouse forms delicate drapes around your skeletal frame.
You tell me your name is ‘Lucy’, exhaling a cold mysterious mist,
that clears just as quickly as the words purr from your ethereal lips.
I feel myself wince as the biting cold pinches the end of my nose
before settling slowly as you enquire “Are you ready to go?”
I’d never been so unsure in my life as I was there in the moment —
I stare at you open-mouthed with uncertainty.
“Where are we going?”
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