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2022-12-01T14:45:17-08:00May 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 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.

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