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| Fear wraps itself around me like a blanket, as I see my breath fog, as I exhale into the cold.My doors locked, I close my eyes; trying to ignore the bitter chill of winter, as it tries to suffercate me with it's presence. The flood waters are rising, in the despair of which I swim, trying to keep my head above the raging waters of life. I open my eyes and look into the rear-view mirror, and see only an empty street littered with lights. I pull my worn sweater closer to my skin, numb from the black ice of the night's wind. I close them again, and lean back into the vinal seats, that stick to my skin like they were melted there; This is home-for now. |
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