dear mom,
i wasn't going to stop searching for them,
not even for how deep the snow,
was getting up to me.
or even how much my skin,
was starting to freeze.
or even for how i felt so cold,
and my body was starting to tremble.
not for even how my hands,
are starting to bleed,
and i already feel my lungs,
wanting to quit.
no i will not allow myself to pass out,
or to quit.
i will continue searching for them,
because i don't want another loved one,
of mine to be found dead.
no more.
i'm not going to stop searching for them,
not until i find them,
and feel their body warmth,
against my body.
i don't care if i freeze out here,
or die.
as long,
as i can find them,
it'll be worth it.
even if my lungs try to break on me,
i'm going to keep fighting.
i'm going to keep searching,
until i die.
even by then.
i
will
continue
searching
for
them
.
love,
ann
scribbled furiously on tree with own blood
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Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah