Frozen-REVISED 2026

"Frigid" doesn't quite capture it— this gray, internal dullness settled behind the eyes.

Black soot and street-trash blanket the drifts, choking out the pristine until everything is just frozen and ugly.

My mood has nowhere else to go. It simply hangs there, stiff as the icicle hooked to the end of my nose.

I manage a dry, rattling laugh. Too frozen to speak, yet I see the joke.



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