Megan

Ice clung in blue daggers
Along the fringes of Megan's nape.

Mark eyed her suspiciously,

As another snowstorm swirled in

And blasted against her frozen northern reaches.

A gulf appeared between them,

As an avalanche ripped down across her bosom

Snow gushing onto the floor before Mark’s brown leather brogues.

‘I just feel that you’ve been very cold towards me recently’, he said.