9 Feb

Snow & Ruin

 

Straight from the window, I watch the ice wedged against the ground.

My lids stay open, backed against my skin.

There isn’t enough snow on the ground to bridge the sizable gap that’s growing.

There aren’t enough icicles from building edges to kill me comfortably.

Still, when it’s time for the sun to dissolve the frost, time for the grass

to mend, whoever finds me at the window, will find me rotted… dead.

 

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One Response to “”

  1. Natalie February 10, 2011 at 10:12 am #

    I like this a lot. I thought it originally said snow and rain. The cold nature of it makes me feel like person is already dead or at least dead on the inside. Even though hope may come in the form of the sun, they have already submitted to their fatal fate. Creepy.

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