The Cold
by HelluvaGirl
Do you remember what the cold sounds like?
It sounds like eternity.
Persistent.
Relentless.
Indifferent.
The ground numbed into senseless inebriation together with everything it carries. A fairy-tale spell of oblivion.
Something one can only hope to survive without a shadow of emotion. No pain, no fear, no grief. Just an occasional weary breath instantly turning into a frozen sliver of one’s soul.
The cold sounds like your silence.