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2011-05-21T18:59:05-07:00May 21st, 2011|Nature|

An embrace of ice

The wind is so loud
I can see it.

It lunges at me.

My lips are cold
they no longer hold
the shape of words.

It is clear
I will die here.

A scream
a clawing regret
echoes
in the valley.

The hail
slaps me
and snow crawls
up my legs.

It has been hours.

Or days.

I want to fight
but I am invisible.

There is no enemy.
No battle.
This is how storms love you:
they smother you
in an embrace
of ice.

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