The Girl in the Black Jacket

Standing atop a snow covered hill

a girl, silent, pale, and still

and no expression on her face

She did not move, nor did she speak

she only stood, small and meek,

and fighting through the cold

I saw the wind blow from the storm

and struck the girl, though she stayed warm

for she wore a black jacket

The snow was crashing to the ground

and with it came the wind's violent sound

and yet the girl stayed

I thought that maybe I should go

and help to shield her from the snow

but still, she didn't move

 

She did not shiver, she just stayed still

So I got closer to the hill

and then I saw her tears

She cried while facing bitter frost

but why would someone pay this cost? 

Soon, she will be dead.

I ran to her and held her tight

but all remaining was my fright

for all I held was a black jacket. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Faith Elizabeth]

I really liked this. It was sad, but very well written.

[Lorenzo Giardano]

Thank you!