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 © | Year Posted 2011

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