It stuck to me like undried glue.
Not quite sticky, but still hard to get off.
I ran, trying to get out of it, but due to
the slippery ground, I fell.
My backpack slipped off my shoulder,
going into the street.
I fell into the snow bank.
Rolling further and further
down the steep sledding hill.
A large chunk of hidden ice rammed
into my head. I became suddenly
disoriented. Up and down
became left and right.
All that I wanted was death.
I could already feel the blood
gathering in my hair.
When it finally stopped, all that
I could wish for came true.
Blacking out meant that I
didn't have to suffer through
the pain. The realization of what
was going on.
He saw her. Running through the
snow, Trying to not get too wet in
the slushy weather. He was going
to ask her if she wanted a ride home.
They new each other from school,
although he wasn't quite sure if
she new who he was.
He blinked, trying to get a better look of her.
But when his eyes opened again,
her backpack had found its way to the
road, and she fell into the large
sledding hill. He automatically
stopped the car, ran to where she fell.
A trail of red started to follow her down,
and that was when he new what he had to do.
He jumped into the freezing cold white, and
ran as fast as he could down the hill, careful
not to slip down the icy sections.
When he finally made it to her, she had already
stopped moving from her fall. He sat down next to
her, calling nine one one, and hoping to get help immediately.
They asked for the problem, and needed
answers which he gave right away.
Keeping his hand on her heart the whole time,
he held her tight to his body, hoping she wouldn't
die of hypothermia. This couldn't be happening,
he thought to himself. Not her. It just couldn't
be her. She was too special. She was the
one.
But by the time everyone got there,
she was gone. Had lost her life to the
cold frigged air of January. She lost too
much blood, and no matter how close he
held her to his body, she just couldn't
warm up. She wouldn't come back to him.
The cops had tried to pull him off of her,
but it was futile. He wouldn't let go and they
thought it best to let him have a few minutes.
To let his emotions flow, and say goodbye to
the girl he never got to say hello to.
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30 day challenge
PoetryI created my own 30 day challenge. I'm writing a poem or something like that everyday for the next 30 days. After looking at my writing, I hope this inspires you to try your own 30 day challenge! Have fun!!
