----------------------------------------------------------------- your body is pressed against me, preserving warmth in the snow that envelops us. so soft, but the unbearable cold pierces us like the icicles above. i gaze at you, your eyes closed. will your breath leave you soon, as did the migrating birds that we saw so long ago? perhaps we should have taken heed and left while we still could. the birds were a sign, foreshadowing in a story where we are nothing more than marionettes, pulled by strings wrapped around our necks. do the strings draw blood, or are our hearts just as frozen as the home we used to live in? maybe someday the sun will come out. maybe someday we'll be free. maybe someday the snow will melt. is that day today? i don't think so. i feel the cold close in. i reach out and our lips touch just as i feel myself slip away. free at last.
i was in a dark mood i hate this
