Gold flickered within the
freshly fallen snow
as I pressed my temple
against the door frame.
The cold winter winds
kissed my skin, and
the hairs on my
arms rose then took a bow.
I closed my eyes for a moment
to let my mind paint
pictures freely,
and I thought about last
down a hill, laughter echoing
through the crisp air, my hair carelessly
wrapped inside my ski cap-
then caked blood matted upon my hands-it
stole my childish freedom.
I opened my eyes and
shuddered as I gently
stroked the plastic
that was my left arm.

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