the cold

ana shivered.
the cold sliced through her skin like a scalpel on ER.
ana was strong.
pain was her bffl.
she drew strength from her pain.
she drew strength from her capacity to endure.
she drew strength from her pain.
for a time, she drew strength from the cold.
for a time, she felt so alive
every gust of wind cut through her layers of down and cotton and wool and lycra.
every gust thrust the into her like icy shards of shrapnel.
this was a cold so difficult to endure.
her skin stretched taut against her bones. so fragile. so strong.
but
it cold not protect her from the icy stings of this strange, mystical cold.
ana shivered.
her bones ached.
her joints ached.
her will
tested
ana was so strong, so cold.
in a moment
it came to her
a fearsome jolt of strength
a realization
in that moment
so strong
so willing
in that moment
she let go
her resistance fell
she let the wind cut through
she let the wind flow
through
every inch of
her body
the wind
the wind
the wind
no resistance
no pain
no resistance
no endurance
only
the will
the desire
the strength
to let go
the
wind
it flowed
through every inch
every cell
every strand
of her, oh, so delicate
ana
dna
unafraid
undaunted
unafraid
so strong
in defeating her resistance
in allowing the cold to flow through her
ana gained a new power
ana no longer shivered
ana no longer feared
ana leaped
ana smiled
ana ran
ana
so strong
ana
no longer so cold

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