Finality becoming reality.
Laughter melts the snow. Her tears are screaming no. Her eyes are stitched shut.
Oleg runs at his father, his fists clenched, eyes wide, gun cocked back, the finger doesn’t squeeze the trigger.
She screams he halts. He sees the eyes pulsing color as the tears swell he draws the knife.
Oleg with far in his eyes, drives forth praying in silence. Cursing the blood that stains the snow he’ll find peace in the death of his memories.