cold mortality

Faced with mortality once more
she looks away
she tries to hide from it's
shadow it's glare

it's still right there

there is only herself
a shelf of moments
captured and kept
and this cold cold cold
like the body
empty now

the frigid air around her
the fire in which she breathes
does not help, seethes out
as sadness,
a wet blanket
she cannot remove: heavy and numbing

her instinct to do something
leaves her motionless
and paralyzed

there is no way to let
this pass
there is no words to
make THIS okay

there is nothing left
to do, but let this one
pass
and remember

and then just
be. She, while she can
for it even when
one closes their eyes
to mortality it is still
tall and dark and always
cold