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[title] => Snow Days
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[bodytext] => Stray, wispy thoughts fall, from the mist-shrouded abyss of nowhere like snowflakes seemingly innocuous but then she affixes her gaze onto them to get a better look reaching out for a feel of them faulty blinkers in a blizzards shine a spotlight on their shapes so intricately grotesque a lace collar of horror woven from fear stiff, enveloping,constricting hems her in Those light snowflakes morph tumbling into snowballs bitingly cold yet confoundingly fuzzy She pinwheels down the slope in an avalanche she hears only the frightful thunderous rumble no time to breathe, to scream, to dream happier times So she is barricaded like a bear ensnared, not hibernating in an ice cave blindingly white so she cannot distinguish treacherous thoughts from timid truths The notions are numbing the ice packs together tighter The white walls, like blank canvasses are all she sees now all around her, her theatre of projected terror In one sequence, bambi/'/s blood splotches the pale winter blanket she runs to the lake and glimpses a reflection of Bambi/'/s murderer ice pick in hand An ice pick could save her now but all the better to impale herself with A hand reaches, an earnest rescuer but she lacks the strength to make a grab for sanctity the light in the cave is diminished but not snuffed out so she can still see all those tempestuous thoughts [comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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