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She awakens in a cold room,
Letting her eyes adjust,
To the swaying bulb above her,
Shivering as she lifts herself upright,
Climbing to her feet,
Feeling her knees bow,
As she steadies them.

She slowly walks,
With her right hand against the wall,
Still feeling a bit dizzy,
Wondering where she is,
And why it seems so cold,
Moving along towards a metal door.

She touches the handle,
Feeling it's icy grip running through her fingers,
Hearing a faint noise somewhere on the other side,
Sounding somewhat like the wind,
But rather eerie.

"Mother!" she cries out,
"Mother...w-where are y-you" she cries,
Pushing the latch down and pulling it,
Slowly opening the door,
As fresh snow comes flowing in,
Like a billow of smoke.

She puts her hands over her eyes,
And looks out into the winter wonderland,
Seeing something a bit ways away,
Something huddled up in the snow,
Not too big, and not too small.

She pushes her way out,
Feeling the cold snow beneath her bare feet,
And the constant snowflakes,
That fall from above, covering her head and shoulders,
Sending a chill up her spine.

She makes her way through the snow,
Feeling it getting deeper the farther she goes,
Closing in on the slumped over object,
That begins to resemble a person,
As she draws in on it.

Something cold stops her in her tracks,
She looks down and notices large red blotches in the snow,
By the look of it, it's blood,
And the object is a body,
Draped in white covered in large red stains,
From head to toe.

She kneels beside the body,
Slowly flipping it over,
Looking into the cold glassy eyes,
Realizing that it's her mother,
With a small sharp object embedded in her throat.

The girl yanks the piece of metal out,
And drops it,
Small trick-lets of blood fall into the snow,
She looks at the piece of metal,
And realizes that it's a rose,
Surrounded in barbed wire.

She touches it again,
A feeling of warmth comforts her,
She remembers her mother giving this to her,
When she was a little girl,
She told her "No matter how far away I may be,
Mother will always love you".

"I love you mother' she cries,
Gently laying her head on the corpse,
As snow continues to fall,
Blanketing her in it's icy embrace.

A smile spreads across her face,
Closing her heavy eyes,
Being overtaken by the endless sleep,
That will reunite her with her mother,
That she had slain in the wintry wonderland,
That now is their tomb.
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