Page 12 - Demo

Marcel Gibbs
Final moments, final thoughts
"The blizzard of January 12, 1888, which became known as the “Children's Blizzard” because so many children died trying to go home from school, was one of the deadliest winter storms in the upper Midwest." -National Weather Services
The snow was biting,
Stinging and stabbing at my cheeks.
My tears have since frozen over.
Clinging to my face and becoming an icy reminder of My upcoming demise.
I would like to return to the school house,
I cannot see.
The snow is blinding in its severity.
My footprints covered in the same amount of time it took for them to appear.
I whisper wishes of my mother's presence for the wind to sweep up and send to the void. The snow is thick and steep,
My mother is much larger than me, she would help
Lift me from the snow and warm me.
It almost feels as if she's here now;
Her whispered lullabies mixing with the wind. The snow a bed that gets warmer by the second.
I no longer feel cold, I don't think I ever did.
All I can focus on is my all encompassing exhaustion. I'm surrounded by the snow.
I have no more strength to get up,
as the softness of the snow becomes my new
pillow.
The smile spreading slow across my face.