The undead

by Aina C   Jul 29, 2004


It feels like you are falling.
But you are standing still.
Have you ever felt frozen?
Felt the small hairs raise on your body.
Ice cubes slide down your back.
It's them.
In the forest.
In the darkness.
They are always there.
Won't let go.
Because they don't know how...

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