I Dare You Poem by Sarah Pesta

Shards of ice fly with the gust
A gust which tests my own conditions

Eyes froze shut, though I can hear
The end may come sooner than expected

Motions are useless, I can tell
These memories will never erase, nor fade

Look at who I become at this moment
This body is covered with snow, more and more by the second

My ears hear little, but enough to hear a whisper
Give me those useless words, go ahead, I dare you