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/