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Frozen in Fear

out beyond pristine lawns,

further than the dead

grasses and weeds,

a moonlit figure stands

at the woodland’s edge.

nondescript features, hidden

behind distance and shadow,

cut the night with frozen stare,

piercing my soul, teasing

with thoughts of elusive hope.

arctic breath fighting

flames of passion and promise,

while cold, malevolent laughter

chills naked skin, giving frostbite

to an already dying heart.

silent screams, fall like sleet

unheard, as they coat the path.

talons of ice leave frozen blood

trails on my back, leaving me

scarred and marked as hers.


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