Melanie...
Melanie's prison, Alaska: the days cold, the nights colder. In July some snow melts, the ground moistened, evergreens smiling full in gren, flowers blooming, sparsely spreading out. Then they die. Plants freeze, leaves brittled, and dropped seeds wait a year before awakening. This Melanie watches, reminded of a flighty Happiness known ago: a Flowers blossoming, then rotting -- petals browned, stems yellowed -- then dying.
A deep brown are her doe-eyes, always glossed over by the wet of tear, always verged on letting another drop of sadness fall; slanted upward toward center, are her brows. Long eyelashes guide deserting tears, who rush from their ducts, falling about her cheek's furrow, plunging down-side chaotically. Little do her tears need to fall, only sight symbolizing plight. Contained, a waterfall cannot be.
Her hair, hanging low-down her back, is blonde. Walking round on a winter Alaska day, her hair -- who once danced with the wind -- lingers sadly behind: a bride's veil, but a melancholy air, extremities flowing chaotically: Angel heart-broken, song sung in tear.
She never sees flowers blooming, only rotting; nor a night lit by stars, only clouded: only night, only somber sunset. Lured by tears, sleep caresses her daily, deserting at sunset. She sees the sun above horizon, sees the orange sky, trees darkened, the sun drooping and disappearing. After an orange sun sets, a blue moon rises.
Moonshine lights her face, casting blue shadows across it, tears tainted night-blue. The whites of her eyes shine desolate n the night. She sees the saints -- the Andromeda constellation, Ursa Major, the sea-nymph Callisto, the Evening Star being covered by clouds: all of them spread out and desolate, hundreds of light years afar.
Covered by clouds an again revealed all night, they fade with the brightening of day. Sleep kisses Melly. Desolate visions visit: the wind marches against me -- snow spites my face and numbs my senses, freezing my brows and lashes. Sleep seeps away, leaving her pale, white as snow. On that day the somber sun set, and never again rose.
