Deadly Decision

Whitest world with cold and ice, storming, sleeting, nothing nice. Temperature sinks once, then twice. Stay inside! the best advice. Dropping crinkly like rock pink salt, graupels fall with pelting assault. No sign the wintry weather will halt, night falls hard like a vestral vault. She left for her home, not wise. Pellets pitting the road, she cries. Reports of frigid cold held no lies. In her car, frozen solid, she dies. *Inspired by, but not entered in, Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh.