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Dead Winter

I still remembered that night
the snow was heavy and unusually white.
We gathered around the fireplace,
Momma was sharing her Christmas grace.

Daddy went home and brought us presents
Momma stopped her story and away she went
out into the snowy streets 
buying us winter treats.

It has passed dinner and she’s not home.
Our stomach started to ache and roam.
Daddy began to worry,
and away he went in a hurry.

Me and Anna were still inside
looking through the window with eyes opened wide.
Then Anna started to cry,
I was still wondering why
until I saw a shadow in the foggy snow.
Anna squeezed my hand and wouldn’t let go.

A squeak, a squeal - 
a spinning wheel
down the hill
that’d thrill and kill.

It came clashing and crashing
through the glaciers it went bashing
through our door it was breaking, 
left us all shaking and quaking.

We did not restrain
the shrieks and tears weren’t feigned.

Next morning the neighbors came
and told us that momma and daddy weren’t the same.
I followed them and what I saw
with only a glance made me drop my jaws.

There, two coffins neatly laid
“Uncertain causes” was clearly sprayed.
I laughed and thought I just got played
but grief suddenly fell when the priest prayed.
Nobody helped when I fell limp on the floor
as they carried my parent’s bodies through the shattered door.

From that day on there wasn’t winter anymore.
Snow were redder than red – the color of gore.
Their tombstones were always cold solid steel
and if you came close you’d feel:
A squeak, a squeal - 
a spinning wheel
down the hill
that’d thrill and kill.

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  1. Date: 6/24/2012 8:17:00 AM
    Amazing write Celine!!! You have a fan in Athens, Greece! I want to read more of your work!!! This poem is a thrilling story of esoteric stress and gory red massacre pictures of a beautiful mind!!! Love it!!!

  1. Date: 1/18/2012 1:27:00 PM
    very AWfull, powerful hopefully imaginary! Congrad's on your win. Light 7 Love

  1. Date: 1/16/2012 7:21:00 PM
    This is an amazing write Celine, congrats. on your super win, love,vie

  1. Date: 1/16/2012 10:59:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win in Sidney~LeeAnn's "DEAD WINTER" contest Celine. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 1/16/2012 1:43:00 AM
    A great win Celine congratulations x

  1. Date: 1/15/2012 10:36:00 PM
    Celine,, a wonderful win ;-) congratulations, on a poem well done,..always yours truly,..p.d.

  1. Date: 1/15/2012 10:14:00 PM
    CELINE, A SUPER CONGRATS!! SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY IN MY CONTEST. MY SIS HELPED ME OUT A BIT WITH THIS CONTEST. HAVE A SWEET ONE.

  1. Date: 12/6/2011 5:35:00 AM
    such a sad story, yet I think I would like to know how they were killed. Enjoyed your poem. happy Holidays! Hugs, catie :)