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A solitary snowflake of intent
flutters through the night sky. Its intricate,
soft, crystalline form falls in a suicidal
plummet and melts futilely on the ground.
Howling winds whir like a screeching siren.
The sky turns white as the snowflake’s brethren
occupy the darkness; an ordered charge
from the heavens to take the ground below.
As morning breaks, the people awaken
to a silent desert of icy snow.
Vegetation hides below its layers;
Black ice waits, unseen, to fell its victims.
Invasion
Photograph by: Carlotta
James Tillman