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Ice Maiden Murder
Isabelle5

She clings to the edge of the roofline,
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delicate and beautiful,
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her body carved by an unseen artist
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who must have worked his magic
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through this Winter night.
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I walk below this chorus line
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of crystal virgins admiring the rainbows
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dancing off their frozen hearts.
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Without thinking, I stoop,
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pick up a fallen branch
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and cut them off
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at the knees.
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Their amputated parts hit the ground,
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shattering in a musical barrage.
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I walk to my car, sucking on
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a piece of fallen icicle,
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thinking how odd it is
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that destroying something
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can feel so good.
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10 Dec 13


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