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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