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christmas
in dead of winter
trudging through snowbanks with
bloodied feet and frozen
hands
red trails red trails
as sunlight fades
and vision fades
and body cools
lay down under fir
and think about how everything will be ok this christmas.
trudging through snowbanks with
bloodied feet and frozen
hands
red trails red trails
as sunlight fades
and vision fades
and body cools
lay down under fir
and think about how everything will be ok this christmas.
Hm, I wonder if there's some wordplay involving fir/fur to be ironic that he's dying of cold while sounding like he's under something warm.
This feels similar to "grind" and "i'm fine," though not enough to make me very sure it's the same author. It shares a fatalistic mood and blunt, vivid images. I could equally take this as someone literally dying in the woods or someone consumed by stress around Christmas, if I take it in isolation. For that matter, I could even see it being someone who's generally in bad shape, but means the last line in earnest, because they enjoy Christmas and take comfort in it. Though with the prompt, I tend to think it's the stress one.
This feels similar to "grind" and "i'm fine," though not enough to make me very sure it's the same author. It shares a fatalistic mood and blunt, vivid images. I could equally take this as someone literally dying in the woods or someone consumed by stress around Christmas, if I take it in isolation. For that matter, I could even see it being someone who's generally in bad shape, but means the last line in earnest, because they enjoy Christmas and take comfort in it. Though with the prompt, I tend to think it's the stress one.
Following the scattered trail
cloven hoofprints lead the way
to the red sleigh
under the white curtains
of the storm
little hands
child hands
stick out from the huge sack
as darkness falls
and the tall goat form
with long red tongue
takes up the reins
Krampus has made a good haul
Yay, no brats this Xmas!
cloven hoofprints lead the way
to the red sleigh
under the white curtains
of the storm
little hands
child hands
stick out from the huge sack
as darkness falls
and the tall goat form
with long red tongue
takes up the reins
Krampus has made a good haul
Yay, no brats this Xmas!
