Snow
I like the nickname 'Snowflake' better, he said. It's more pristine. Oh, I'm so pristine, she responded vicious and sarcastically. You are, he paused, You're just too old and dense to realize it. Both laughed as if they were sixty pensive, withered years younger.
The orderly interrupted, Lunch is over. Ushered them out of the room. Out in the hallway they continued and hid their meds in the plants potted soil, and for the rest of the day she insulted him, and his failing body. He'd feign insecure, then he'd just smile big. She could never tell when he was joking.
Snow, snow, come on down. In the air, and on the ground.
At dinner they talked about breakfast, and how it happens too early for them. The others fear death so, they don't know how to sleep in anymore. Moreover, the others here with them had never been alive at all. And this made their meeting this morning more maddening and more meaningful. Being a decade older, he got to play the role of the guru. Fearing imbalance, she caved in and asked, What do I do for you?
You do what the cunning does for the fox, the howl for the wolves. You do what the buckshot does to the bucks. Lengthy lashes and all.
I'm not afraid.
The comatose are wrapped in sheets just like corpses. It's late at night but even still they hear the nurses voices. Climbing the stairs, a clutching of hands so warm, so warm. Burst out on the roof, under the moon, triggered alarm.
Naked as newborns, flurries all 'round. They leap like the snow did, and fall to the ground.
Naked as newborns, flurries all 'round.
They leap like the snow did, and fall to the ground.
I like the nickname 'Snowflake' better, he said. It's more pristine. Oh, I'm so pristine, she responded vicious and sarcastically. You are, he paused, You're just too old and dense to realize it. Both laughed as if they were sixty pensive, withered years younger.
The orderly interrupted, Lunch is over. Ushered them out of the room. Out in the hallway they continued and hid their meds in the plants potted soil, and for the rest of the day she insulted him, and his failing body. He'd feign insecure, then he'd just smile big. She could never tell when he was joking.
Snow, snow, come on down. In the air, and on the ground.
At dinner they talked about breakfast, and how it happens too early for them. The others fear death so, they don't know how to sleep in anymore. Moreover, the others here with them had never been alive at all. And this made their meeting this morning more maddening and more meaningful. Being a decade older, he got to play the role of the guru. Fearing imbalance, she caved in and asked, What do I do for you?
You do what the cunning does for the fox, the howl for the wolves. You do what the buckshot does to the bucks. Lengthy lashes and all.
I'm not afraid.
The comatose are wrapped in sheets just like corpses. It's late at night but even still they hear the nurses voices. Climbing the stairs, a clutching of hands so warm, so warm. Burst out on the roof, under the moon, triggered alarm.
Naked as newborns, flurries all 'round. They leap like the snow did, and fall to the ground.
Naked as newborns, flurries all 'round.
They leap like the snow did, and fall to the ground.
