Hypothermia’s Final Warm Embrace by Louise Worthington


I prefer snow to white cardboard

A blank canvas stretching endless

Like the space between heartbeats

More installation than mass-produced sentiment

Where each crystal carries memory’s weight

No heart-shaped cutouts here

No factory-stamped affections

Instead, I shape love from winter’s raw materials:

Your bleeding body in virgin snow,

Note how each flake

Carries a fragment of our story down

Into the earth where all hearts eventually rest.

 


I am a Pushcart Prize nominee whose short fiction and poetry can be found in HWA Poetry Showcase, Story, Reflex Fiction, and Boston Literary Review, among others. Rosie Shadow is my first horror novel and Doctor Glass is one of my dark psychological thrillers. I live in rural Shropshire in the UK with my family. My husband calls me Doolittle because of my animal-whispering. https://louiseworthington.com/