Snow

It was like someone tried to bury me in the snow. I woke up. I shoveled for half an hour. Snow is dangerous. I hope I don’t die. Panicking. I could have a heart attack, heart attack. But I made it inside to make hot chocolate. Heart attacks don’t let you go back inside. I grab gloves. Yes, that helps my frozen fingers. If snow was all there was, I would make a million snowmen. And they would be friends. Like she was. The wind starts blowing snow around. Look outside, look outside. The snow hides the grass. Then the dirty snow hides under new snow. Her car is collecting snow in the junk yard. It was the third time it had snowed this winter. Then the fourth. Then the fifth. It never melts, just turns into ice. I wish I liked a lot of ice in my water, so I could drink it all up. But that could never be. It will continue to snow. Until everyone else is buried too.