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I'm Sorry

The razor sharp ice surrounded my hollow body, as I stared aimlessly through the shallow puffs of breath staggering out of my pitiful relics. I helplessly struggled to stop the vigorous shivering, convulsing through my veins. Then suddenly out of the still belligerent blackness of a blind unholy sky, a single silent butterfly drifted lightly toward the frozen earth sadly out of strength and far from any nourishment. In complete agony and pitiful depression I reached out to protect the steeper falling beauty. I clumsily struggled to revive this precious and fragile entity while senselessly overlooking my own state. I managed to stand, unsteady yet sure and slowly I stumbled through the solid earth.  But, a stabbing pain brought me tumbling to the blood thirsty ice.  Frozen and in despair I lifted my heavy head one last instance, out of strength and out of time.  My heart thrashed heavily within my breast as I became aware of the front gait of the cabin. Unable to scream, yell or stand I dropped my cumbersome head to the snow and began weeping uncontrollably until I could weep no more. The darkness filled my eyes as the pain reached an unbearable point then the last puff of air from my collapsing lungs slowly floated adrift until it finally disappeared ravishingly from my corpse. The sensitive life of that single butterfly fluttered endlessly for three seconds till it landed lifelessly beside me in the frost bitten snow.