A house filled with wavelets of tiny amounts of cold,
Gently playing around figures hunched around themselves,
Teasing the skin with goosebumps,
Lifting shivering hairs and chattering their teeth.
Everything is slightly blue,
All is contracting,
Attempting to keep within itself,
The last remnants,
Spasms and shivers pulse through one life,
A moment in time,
To encourage the memory she craves,
Runs up stairs,
An attempt to outrun the frigid atmosphere.
Through the blue,
Slice of sun
On the shadowed wall.
A little piece of light,
In a house of cold.
Created: Jun 17, 2010Document Media