The sting of snow and ice…
Posted on | February 25, 2010 | Comments Off
The snow fell like salt on a wound, and she gasped a bit from the psychological pain manifesting into physical as she stared like a child mesmerized by a snow-globe. Her lungs were tightening up again, her chest began to feel the wrong size to contain the organs within and if she had a heart left after all that she’d been through, she didn’t believe it was beating regularly. But she couldn’t take her eyes off it. The snow continued to fall and sting and something was building within that could only be described as a mixture of anger and sorrow and self hatred.
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