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Wind, Chaos and All Between
1.
Tossed snow against the
door: she felt the frozen
cold in her hair on the
back of her neck, she lowered
her finger to the doorbell,
listened.
2.
Hard: the shutter of the
leafless trees, like the
wind's hanging harsh whisper,
no footsteps inside: nothing
she could fallenly feel.
3.
The glue softened: she did
feel the delicate pieces of
the album start to crack,
like priceless china, like
glass.
4.
She raised her frost-like finger,
leaned into the bell: she pushed
it, pushed it, then pounded on the
door with both fists, injuring her
freezing self in the colding process:
silence inside, not a creak, no light
flashing on the snowdrifts: the house
shifted, almost showered itself in the wind.
Tossed snow against the
door: she felt the frozen
cold in her hair on the
back of her neck, she lowered
her finger to the doorbell,
listened.
2.
Hard: the shutter of the
leafless trees, like the
wind's hanging harsh whisper,
no footsteps inside: nothing
she could fallenly feel.
3.
The glue softened: she did
feel the delicate pieces of
the album start to crack,
like priceless china, like
glass.
4.
She raised her frost-like finger,
leaned into the bell: she pushed
it, pushed it, then pounded on the
door with both fists, injuring her
freezing self in the colding process:
silence inside, not a creak, no light
flashing on the snowdrifts: the house
shifted, almost showered itself in the wind.
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