Solemn Blankets

Cushioned dust in hues of glacial blue and artic white sprawl the hillside. Each roll mimicking that of small children tucked in warm comforters. The bench, hardly used, stuck out of the landscape like an Ancient Wonder lost in modernization. Mossy green eyes stared at the expanse, yet no rolling swells were in sight.

I can’t. I CAN'T DO THIS! You never, NEVER consider me! You quit your job to move to another position with less pay. The decision? Made by yourself. Uproot our life to move two states over? Who made that decision? Oh! I know, it was you. All. By. YOURSELF! Every lie you tell yourself is that you're doing this for us! You're a coward. The only thing you continue to do is run. Run from your own misery because you are inept!

Blistering cold gnawed at exposed skin, drying already malnourished flesh. Crystalized water, unique shards of careless ice dance, shadowing each word like text graphics. Lovely for extra points; pathetic and cruel in romantic notions. Burning chills cut through layers, a red hot iron faced against cheap copy paper. Tinkering chimes ride the winds, taunting with reminders of alto growls. Low and feral like a cornered animal.

Ill-tempered winds linger, transporting bitter remorse like stars crossing the Milky Way. Come spring, when snowfall nourishes the ground, memories will sprout. Distant stories will be prominent as the headstones rise like tulips. Each carving a grotesque reminder. Words spoken are not easily returned from erroneous speech like melted snow.