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"We are your friends,"
the snow whispers outside your window pane.
"Come out and play,"
the wind whistles.
Taunts almost.
You push that thought,
out of your mind.
Shove it off a cliff.
Plunging yourself deeper into the blankness,
of insanity.
"Hurry,Hurry,"
the snow chides.
"Your running out of time,"
sighs the wind.
Before you know it,
your feet make you stumble,
down the hallway.
Hands,your hands.
Twist the smooth knob,
of the once closed door.
Part of your being,
clings to sanity.
Screaming that,
something's wrong.
As you open the door,
the rest of your sanity slips through the cracks.
You feel weightless,
an empty shell of the once living.
As you turn your back,
and walk further away.
The snow and wind
twirl and dance around you.
Happy to have a friend,
accompany them into their winter wonderland.


Soon the wind and snow,
become more aggressive.
What was once play,
becomes a battle.
The battle between,
living and dying.
The wind howls,
laughing at your fear.
It pulls and pushes,
you fall to the ground.
Clawing to find,
your way back to the arms of safety.
Instead the snow,
bites your already numb skin.
Layers your eyelids and eyelashes,
with white lace.
Blinding you.
Your spirit sinks.
Down,
into a pit of despair.
You cry out,
scream for help.
The wind and snow,
drown out your shrieks.
With their howls,
of companionship.
Your body and mind,
become permanently cold.
Forever layered,
with frost.
Victim to,
natural predators.