Winter In Her Blood by Gaza
Poison blackened veins like the roads through the grasses
of NorthAmerica.
It's an old hand that carries the candle through the
dark.
Shaking and praying. Winter in her blood.
Panicked. Confused.
Desperation in the flicker of light on the whites of her
eyes.
Moaning, gasping, clutching a screwdriver franticly
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