Ambulance
Glass
Pelts my face
Like sharp, cold snow
Blood
Oozes from my skin
Curdling as frozen wind touches my skin
Muscles
Torn and shredded
Tried to save myself from hell
Bones
Cold to the marrow
Bitter winter makes them jump
Nerves
Quivering with adrenaline
Twitching, shaking with pain
Death
Glares at me
I glare right back, walking away,
a smirk on my face.
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2011
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