Twisting curls of snow
Dance, roll, flow across the road.
Exquisite, deadly.
Will-o'-the-wisp glows
Headlights emerge from the snow
Like ghosts in the white.
Highway closed both ways.
Stranded travelers smile, shrug.
Gas station refuge.
Corridors of Blood
7 years ago
1 comment:
Excellent!
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