the scene is quite picturesque
as the snow falls silently,
the white stillness
deafening.
flake
by
crystalized
flake
falls
effortlessly
to
the fluff-encrusted ground,
blanketing the earth
with an isolating,
haunting
pall.
the
silence is
appalling
even as
it is
appealing;
a misanthropic heaven
that forever begets a
codependent’s
hell.
the
snow
falls harder,
faster,
quiet-
er
than it ever has before,
deepening the cold,
icy solitude’s
hollowed
tomb.
we
were
all mute
within
the
womb.
the silence of the storm
brings the need to
scream aloud;
nobody
ever
hears.
the
snowflakes
fall
upon
bedazzled
eyes
and deaf ears that won’t hear
the screams of those
suffering outside
their pretty
window
pane.
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