Black Ice:

The snow falls in such a way

That I feel it so far down in me

Like it clings to my organs instead of the road

Sheets of black ice covered in white

A wrong step and down you go

Your head cracks against the ground

Heated skin melting through fresh powder

Snow flakes like white lights fall in your eyes

You smile

Even as you lie in pain the snow is such a sight to see

Beautiful in a way that makes your heart speed

Endorphins are released into your bloodstream

You stand and laugh

Stick out you tongue and twirl

Because for a second you are five years old again

Daddy's little girl

Mama's little doll

Grandpa's shining star

You are wrapped in green velvet, skipping down the street

It's once again Christmas Day 1999

Your grandfather's alive and he kisses your cheek

Picking your little body up you'll receive a faux fur coat for christmas this year.

You'll lose it two years later when you move away

Your head throbs and you realize

You've been asleep on the side of the road

Tears slide down your cheeks

You stand up and walk home.

Suddenly the snow doesn't seem beautiful anymore

It seems cruel.

Yet tomorrow you will stand outside for hours and breath deeply

You will think the snow is tranquil

You will degrade yourself for being so hostile

You will never fall on black ice again.

Your conclusion will be: snow is tranquil

Memories are cruel.