Tuesday, September 28, 2010

"Tag, you're it," says Death.

Pin-prick icy air through the fabric of my shirt
Snow falling in the edge of my vision
Shouts behind me to "Wake the fuck up!"
I smile. 
It's a barrier around my skull
A line between everything and me
Calls from around the forest to "Run, holy shit, run!"

I sit down, back against a tree-trunk
Branches pull at my hair
Snow melting in through my clothing until I'm shivering
I'm shivering
Shivering

No one stops to find me
I close my eyes and
let the world cloud over to 
a bright winter morning
until my eyes won't open anymore. 


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