Written January 26, 2010

the cold crawls on her skin,
creeping and consuming her being.
she knows what chills her bones.
she knows it could chill her forever.

but she
let it

latched onto her brain,
preventing her from reacting,
stalling her from crying out for help.
she can’t she can’t
shake it off.

she’s never been this scared before.

and she can’t she can’t

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