AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

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The guests twirl and dance

between frozen statues.

Sad expressions for eternity

on their icy faces.

Wet tears flow

on frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

THE DEAD GAME

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ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.
Icy cold.
Toes are numb.
Fingers are tingling.
I can see my breath.
I can hear the wind blowing.
Whipping past my face.
I’m getting tired.
But I must continue on.
To the top of the hill.
The view is waiting for me.
I can’t disappoint it
or myself.
Only a few more steps.
And…
It has taken my breath away.
The colors.
The sharp edges.
Prettier than a picture.
Perfect in its beauty.