imagery

She stands on the hill, Legs crossed and her back straight, She reaches out towards the sea, Standing in feathery snow and bare feet.

The wind rustles her white hair, Around her body it blows, Her glowing red eyes shine bright, Her greyish colored but cut up skin looking luminous.

She remembers jumping of the ridge, Or being pushed, Shes not sure which, All she knows is this is the worlds last kiss.