Frozen, A Writer’s Nightmare

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Frozen by Dawn Gena

My chest hurts.  


I must remember to breathe.  

But I can’t.  

I am frozen.  

Eyes shut tight.  

Body locked.  

Brain shut down.  

Not even sweat has the courage to appear upon my brow.

This is a death not so painful, yet excruciating in its corruption.

This is a life not lived.

This is my life.