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| Snowball by © chibilunacat I stand facing one direction I can not move Some one approaches from behind I hear their heavy breathing The swish of their arms As their thick coat brushes Against its smooth self, I hear the crunch of snow Mushing between their feet I can not turn to see I am frozen in place But not because its cold. I watch the dying sun Reflects in the ice crystals Frozen drops upon the trees, I watch the snow build up Upon the rooftops and hoods Of abandoned, rusty cars A mechanics graveyard. I can not run away, The snow clings to my eyelashes And melts upon my palm What weapon is awaiting me What sufferings does it bring? I shiver with the combination Of chilly frost and fear Crunch, crunch, crunch The fine loose powder, Of crystaline beauty Molds its self as footprints Tracking up behind me, I can not turn away The dull grey sky is shadowing Where the sun was once a god Not a twinkle of a bright blue star Not a twinkle or shimmer of hope I stare upon the face of evil, It laughs into my face. My legs are numb, but not from cold But totally out of use To turn my head and break the spell Is asking way to much, My heart has stopped Inside my chest The pulsing dies in my ears, The breath that formed mist before me Withdraws to a safer cave My mind has traveled many a place My eyes have seen too much But have I ever seen again A common winter night? I hear the sound of carolers Singing christmas tunes The notes they form into mist Carries to my ears. If I could but cry for help Would they ever hear? Now I feel them directly behind me Their shadow falls in front, the snow disappears Through the darkness Of their own patch in the snow My own gloved hands have worked themselves Around a lump of snow A ball is there, and very hard Indented with crevices of my fingers Along its imperfect edge I feel the blow Strike my back And now I break my spell I turn around and face them The one who froze me still, I hurl the ball right in their mouth And laugh as they try to complain, The snow slides down their chin And slides down the back of my jacket As well I laugh a cloud of snow penetrated mist And begin my taunting laugh "You fell for it, you fell for it" And easy target I am not My once numb feet carry me away I run across the snow My shadow runs ahead of me Crunch, crunch, crunch Molding my own trail of snow. And now I'm back inside the house, And melt and thaw before the fire. And drip of dying snow. Terra Mae 9/22/2001 Wouldn't it be nice if everything you were afraid of turned out to be a snowball? |
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