Cold
Today, I feel cold, so cold. It’s as if the winter outside has seeped into my bones and frostbite has infiltrated my heart. I feel frozen in pain and fear and heartbreak. I feel like I’m trapped inside, hiding from an apocryphal winter storm. But, I can’t do anything to stop the looming destruction. I can’t do anything to save those who will be buried under the avalanche, forever entombed in the cold. Their blood will streak the pure white snow. Their cries will be muffled under the heaviness of an arctic blast. The forces of the cold will strike everyone down in their path, until not a soul is left standing to defy them. The rest of us will wait inside our homes, cowering in fear under the thin veneer of comfort and familiarity, until they come roaring at our door next. Then, it will be our crimson red blood painting the barren landscape, our families whose voices will howl like the winds of a never-ending winter.
Bullet
All it takes is one bullet to rip through the heart of a nation, to shatter any sense of peace or security. To bring incomprehensible loss and portend senseless violence. To divide us, to de-unify us, and to rob us of our sons and daughters. It isn’t supposed to happen here, but it does, over and over again. The idealized vision of a peaceful and prosperous nation is dead on arrival. It cannot be resuscitated or revived. The bullet has done its job.
All the king’s horses, all the king’s men, couldn’t put America back together again.
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