Title: Frostbite
By: Esquire
The winter seeps into position.
The cold air makes it way down your lungs,
you inhale;you exhale too rapidly for
effect.
The breeze doesn't help anything,
wrapping yourself with your scarf flying
behind you, begging to be set free.
You brace yourself as you head
straight for the snowstorm.
The pierce cold air slices your face as
you progress into the wilderness,
blooding flowing into your clothes.
Eyes fading, vision blurring, legs shaking
with each step.
Why did you do this? What was the point
of killing yourself? What goal is there to achieve if
you surprisingly make past this dire epidemic?
Then as that last thought enters your mind,
the Frostbite kicks in.
You pass out at the foot of the door.
A figure picks you up and drags your body inside........
 UnLukii · Thu Dec 18, 2008 @ 12:10pm · 1 Comments |
