by GEIST von PA, Dec 19, 2009, 10:44:52 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Stories & Vignettes
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Limp, barely breathing and spinning as I am lifted into the air with great force.
I am so cold that my body has given up on shivering to survive.
Black, chard-like patches of frostbite cover my bare skin.
I've been to heaven, they sent me to hell.
When I got to hell they sent me away.
Neither place accepted me.
And so I lied on that rock for three days.
I laid there, Semiconscious, slowly bleeding, limbs broken and no recollection of how I got there.
Limp, barely breathing and spinning as I am lifted into the air with great force.
I am so cold that my body has given up on shivering to survive.
Black, chard-like patches of frostbite cover my bare skin.
I've been to heaven, they sent me to hell.
When I got to hell they sent me away.
Neither place accepted me.
And so I lied on that rock for three days.
I laid there, Semiconscious, slowly bleeding, limbs broken and no recollection of how I got there.
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