Frozen Tears

The snow fell silently and quick,
as if  angry at the world
for some injustice on the heavens.
Her skin raw from the onslaught
of vengeful ice, she cried.
The bruise above her cheek,
torn blouse and crimson lips,
leaped out to the senses against
the muted world of white.
Brown from her blood,
flurries roll off her face
staining the perfection,
once so pure.

She walked,
slowly,
suffering with every step.
Feeling not the cold,
but her innocence shattered.
Leaving only footprints where
she once stood.