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May 2017
They say it's a nice day out, but I say

That snow is falling
Drifting in and out of my sight
Shivering
Even my eyes- dirt, dark brown- burrow deeper in my face
Hollow and hiding
My fingers fumble with my jacket zipper
And still it's not enough
Shivering
Cold pumps through my veins instead of blood

I should be dead
Heart beats
I should be dead
Lips blue and mute
Thoughts blanketed by ice
They slow, they freeze

All that's left to do is watch my eyelashes flutter past again
They look like snow

I don't dream.
Amethyst Fyre
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