A Slow and Painful

Jack Frost is nipping at my nose.

Well more like biting.

Well more like chewing my flesh till it bleeds.

 

My ears are burning in the icy wind.

They may break off any second.

 

Hair is loose and flying.

 

Blinded by the hair and wind.

 

I can't see what's in front-

 

Tripping, stumbling, falling

Fingers fall, skin breaks, my face tears apart. 

 

Red snow. Red ice.

 

Curling...Warmth....Something....

 

Getting tired....Sleepy...Drifting...

 

Drifting....

 

Drifting....

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