Frigid

Two teenagers stiffly walk on train tracks,

sporting ripped skinny jeans

  (and other edgy bullshit).

They stop at a bridge-

the pond below sits frozen.

  Snow peppers the ground around it.

It's cold outside,

  and cold inside.

  Freezing.

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