Pain,
is the first thought on my mind.
I can feel heat,
rushing through my wounds.
My wounds start slowing me down.
My dry, parched throat keeps me from screaming in pain.
My legs feel rooted to the ground.
The snow under my feet,
breaks through the rushing heat.
I pour some snow into my mouth,
soothing the pain in my throat.
I lather my body with snow
letting the cold purify my wounds.
After a second,
I get up.
The snow drifts off my body,
carried by the wind.
Then I take a step into the world beyond.
My wounds are gone.
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