The Frost Queen
Somehow, the women learned to say: That's my depression talking. It's not "me".
As if we could scrape the colour off the iris and still see.
This morning I woke up at 8.30am (! without an alarm - this is unheard of for me) and looked outside my window, only to be greeted by the thickest fog I'd ever seen! So I hopped in this dress which I've been hoarding since last summer, and thought I'd go spread a little magic...