Their cadaver trembles with ferocity ineffable
Their frostbitten hands tinged a dull cobalt
White puffs of warm air escape from a cracked maw
Their eyes plead with me, aching for release from the frigid air.

I shroud them in a blanket, thick and fleeced
They envelop themselves in it, vice like
Digits grasping its edges, white knuckled
Spine hunched over, chest pressed firmly into their thighs

They still shudder, ice coats their wiry hair
Their flesh is rosy, tears fall down their face
The droplets freeze in icicles, plastered on their...