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Snowmen has a minion!

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Snowmen
Legacy Name: Snowmen


The Glacier Dillema
Owner: Siebren

Age: 5 years, 5 months, 4 weeks

Born: November 17th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 5 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: November 18th, 2018

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 0
     
  • Defense: 8
     
  • Speed: 8
     
  • Health: 8
     
  • HP: 10/8
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


I would like you to
imagine it like this;

One morning your friend wakes you up
dresses you, pulls you out into the sun
shining off the soft snow
and you make snowmen.

You put your heart into it
'til your heartstrings char like candle wicks
your friend turns to you and smiles
and his snowman smiles too
all coal-black eyes and teeth.

You go to bed that night satisfied
your heart warm as a burning hearth
you pull the string to turn off the light
hold your half-frostbitten hands close
and you dream of an endless winter.

The next morning your friend wakes you up
dresses you, pulls you out into the sun
shining off the soft snow
and tells you to make snowmen.

You look where your snowmen once were
and see nothing
but a field white as sugar.

The sun is colder somehow,
like the earth is stealing the warmth from your body
tugging the seams of you in two.

You sigh,
breath a cloud of shimmering ash
and you make snowmen.

You put your heart into it
'til the smoke from your burning heartstrings
fills your lungs with tar
you tie a bow around its neck
so tight you almost feel it choke
your friend turns to you and smiles
and his snowman smiles too
all coal-black eyes and teeth.

You go to bed that night empty
your heart cold as a fireplace long forgotten
you pull the string to turn off the light
hold your half-frostbitten hands close
and you dream of an endless winter.

The next morning your friend wakes you up
dresses you, pulls you out into the sun
shining off the soft snow
and tells you to make snowmen.

The light beats down,
your snowmen are gone,
but there is nothing left of your heartstrings
to pull your hands to motion
you form the snow into half-shapes
that only crumble like ash in your fingers
you stare up at the sky
at a light so pale it no longer hurts to look at
your friend turns to you and frowns
and his snowman frowns too
all coal-black eyes and teeth.

You go to bed that night numb
your head pounding like your burned out heart
you pull the string to turn off the light
hold your half-frostbitten hands close
and you dream of nothing at all.

The next morning your friend wakes you up.

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