Wyoming Winter Wind

The wind around here doesn’t bite.
It mauls.
It slices into the skin,
through the arteries,
down to the bones as methodically as a serial killer.
Leaving the jagged remains of his first, unpracticed victim.
Each incision designed to force life to linger
with a mind bent on madness.

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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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