Dying felt so Goddamned good today

 Blood and Snow

It's cold...so cold. I can't really feel my fingers anymore. Wet and salty, a string of blood descends from my nose, curling down my lip and springing free in a final, fatal plunge. I struggle to catch my breath, and stare up at the blinding sky spread out above me. Cottony wisps of clouds, tumbling in a mad roll through the pale blue. I try to drop my gaze but can't. The brilliant sheen of the snow assaults me like some living Arctic creature. I'm going to die out here. Maybe it's better that way. I wont have to see the doom, the horror, that I've brought down. I cough, a dry hacking that only pulls in more of the frigid air. Rising to my feet, I stumble forward through the snow, trailing crimson drops.