Photo by phestus on Morgue File.
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?
Like bits of cloud
swirl in my turbulent air.
Cold fog of breath
Christens my descent
on an immaculate slope of virgin white.
flits playfully about me,
piercing its heart in stealth.
The mount heaves
I feel its surrender
the throes of a vanquished thing.
My heart stings
against a mass of heaving flesh
the last violent assault is hurled
in pangs of baleful death, and
My heart stings.
an icy pall cast its shadow
grips me beneath its barren shade.
cold that burns like fire
weight that crushes to the soul.
quiet ringing sharply in my ears
deafening every screaming sense.
torturous, taunting things
thawing in the deep tundra.
Calm of darkness,
as all about me is black
held captive by hellacious fury
thoughts of descent rise, in the
Calm of darkness.