The snowflake lands safely on my skin.
Intact, it is blown along by the wind
Joining the drift that almost conceals me
Buried deep in the winter chill. Harsh, icy winds shape the drift
Like a blanket it lays across me
Constantly shifting and moving
Like a live thing crawling over me A scream pierces the morning silence
Pale flesh peeking out of the snow
Suddenly revealed through the parting drift
As I reach to turn off the alarm.
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