A/N: Written for the Drabble Prompts Challenge, #028 – snow.
Blankets of Unfeeling Snow
The snow as like an unfeeling burial blanket of white
which covered the blood, the footprints in the snow.
He watched it all blown away in that drift of white:
the grey world that remained –
If it was the Sakura blossoms he was sure it would be
a tender pink instead, in tears: an irony that never failed to cease.
The Sakura was a lying innocence, but only his allusions hid
that innocence: the true him hid instead
in the snow.