It was Christmas and it was white
The pureness struck me in the darkness
Streetlights were masked by Winter’s frost
And through the thick of the storm, I was lost
A path I walked a hundred times
But that day it hurt more than any other
I had lost her
And my partner
No more family to behold
Just me, my hoodie and tennis shoes, skin blistering in the cold
My tears chilled to icicles on my cheeks
A twelve-hour shift left me weak
My uniform was darker than black when drenched
The slush cascaded at my feet
The wind tugged at the nape of my neck
Stopping me in my tracks
And like the child I never was
I let my back crash to the snow
I became an angel that night,
As the pure blanket coated what was left of me
And then the cold turned warm
Needles pinned me to the ground
The world was so much larger from down there
Maybe in Spring I would be found
Not that anyone would have cared
A stranger would be sadder than all else
But as my thoughts tapered like a tealight
I heard the bells
The numbness travelled to my ears
Screaming and gouging at me like sheers
I went into the deepest sleep
And my body stopped shaking
The bells became muffled
And my dreams leaked out my mouth
Taking what I thought was a last breath
But through the stars came forth a bull
My eyes opened
And I gasped
The chorus of trumpets blared
And I ripped my cold hair from the ground
And held myself in fear
In place of wings, I grew horns
That day I was reborn
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