Blanket of Death

June 13, 2011
He comes in many ways
Slowly building, a light sprinkling
Becoming worse
and worse
a blizzard of endless questions,
of unsaid comments

He is a powerful master
So beautiful
so destructive
Spreading like a snowflake
Spreading like a virus
Spreading quickly, silently
Never a confirmation
Jumping from a bridge,
like sledding down a hill

Lingering over your shoulder
he’s always around
Dark storm clouds
a visible breath
the shudder passing through the trees
Blanketing the ground
A soft satin lining
Closing blinds to flurries outside
A casket closing down
on an ice cold, snowy white

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