Snow

I bet a thousand deaths have been

Hidden in the snow

 

Bloody footprints cast the white surface

In a perfect row

 

And who’s to say that the slush doesn’t have

Secrets, too?

 

They discreetly cover their victims,

Silently bidding them adieu

 

So, why should we trust this disgusting,

Beautiful thing of a dream?

 

There’s more than one way to muffle

The sound of a scream.

 

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