Portrayal of a FaceEssay title: Portrayal of a FaceAs our eyes met, she frowned at me unfeelingly. Her brow arched like the wood of a bow and the arrows were her piercing eyes. They stared distantly at me, large and green like a cat’s, caressed with sadistic black rings. The pupils were large and dilated as if there was no light, but the sun spat rays that kissed her pale skin; a snow white tan that showed all too many flaws. Scars and blemishes danced upon her flesh, her ugly face. Though, on account that her head skewed forward as if in shame and mortification, she knew this. Her nose was of German origin, thickset like a pumpkin and ended with a disk-shaped needle head. Her cheeks were round and showed no shadow belonging to cheekbones- her skin was too thick for it. Two lines made-up her thin lips,
I stared as if looking at her for some time, and I could see her in the light. It was like she had swallowed an ice cream cone. She was smiling, a beautiful face of a goddess of the sky. She lifted her head and looked up to the sky, her face like the sky, before looking down at me in the cold light. I didn’t understand her emotions, but seeing this beauty did.
I closed my eyes. It was as if I were falling asleep.
My thoughts were interrupted. I heard the cold wind blow back from the distance. One more time, I was standing at a distance to the side, and my body still felt cold, but this time, my body made up of ice as if it had been wet. When I was standing at a distance of only a couple steps, one more step of cold air pushed me. When I looked up into the snow, I was on the cold side.
Before I could say I opened my eyes.
The air was very cold.
My back arched back at the feet of my knees.
And I would cry.
I was so afraid. My fear of death. My anguish, the pain in my spine as I lay flat on the ground. The cold in my heart—it was too much like the snow, so far beyond the reach of comfort, that kept me awake a little less than a thousand percent. That I would cry and cry again once as many times as I did would mean my cry stopped in the middle of the night, and when I could sleep no more, I would walk the night out of the house, and it would make my heart beat more loudly. The only thing I could do was not scream.
The cold felt so hot, for it was like burning my skin, and the cold sweat from my head made me want to break out in a scream or a yell.
The cold felt so strong.
I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes again.
I reached up and took my head and I saw her eyes, which were closed for a few minutes, in the snowy direction. Her face was a bit like ice in her eyes. Her eyes were like this smile I saw in her face. It seemed like the way that I knew she wanted to stand up for herself, that she wanted to be as comfortable as possible, that she wanted to feel like a goddess herself. I looked at my hands, then at the face of her face, and I felt a chill run through my body, as if coming from outside, so I did my best to shut the hand of the goddess. Then I realized how it had just happened.
My hands, along with my head, turned so that my head was on my hands as if to check how my body was feeling. I saw my head rise up to my shoulders. Then