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 a blizzard loves you:
it smothers you
in an embrace
until you freeze
down
down
down
so far below zero
you are never
seen
again.