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A Monster Calls

A frosted wasteland,

Instant regret.

Wind howls like a pack of wolves that hasn’t eaten since ten years.

Snow smothered ice, jagged.

Jagged teeth pulling you into the deadly frost abyss.

Frost takes over your heart.

Icebergs crash into each other like pirates fighting each other to escape.  

By Martha

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