Cold

I used to think
I knew what cold meant.
I thought it meant
fifty degrees
with no sun in sight.
I thought it meant jackets
and a trying breeze.
Then I saw her.
Her face, a fright.
A scowl frozen in place,
a cruel look
in her eye.
And if you dared
to touch her skin,
tinted blue to the sight,
she left you with the feeling
that death had crept inside.

Prompt: 12/1/16

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