One Winter's Night

February 22, 2009
By Michelle Lorranne BRONZE, Kalamazoo, Michigan
Michelle Lorranne BRONZE, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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The winding staircase before me
The seventh step creaks
The old wooden boards
Familiar beneath my feet
The swoosh of my cape
As I descend to my doom
Is comforting in my last moments here
The cold winter wind
Brings snow from the lake
A white wonderland lays beyond my door
I wonder for a moment
What snow would be like
If I were to lay in it
And never awake
The pistol felt cold in my hand
The silent weight dragged me down
My heart started thrumming
I pulled the trigger
My heart started to slow
I would never feel the snow again

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