Affixed to the snow
Wintery eyes
deny nothing
Her intricate braid –
Too stiff
Too rigid
Desires to wrestle the fire
in her hair
grant the wind
access
to tame her
released
Docile never earned her a step
blood dripping from her
nose
Drenched across her lip
gathering delicately
Harassingly
she discovers
She must cure
her own Malady
returning to the place
she knows best