When did it get so damned cold outside???
A Chill in the Air
My spine is frozen in place,
an icicle hanging from my head.
My hands shake,
wind-up toys,
uncontrollable
now that they've been wound up.
My arms grow numb,
no longer my own,
but those of a stranger
walking within me.
Yet, between my heart
and legs,
I pump my way
through the desolation,
the icy and unfriendly streets,
praying to be able
to feel
Not as I did
before the cold,
no,
those times are long gone.
As the ice has melted and refrozen,
I've morphed and changed,
twisting my shape into
a me far beyond what I would have imagined.
I rub my rock between my fingers
out of worry,
reminding myself
that this isn't a dream.
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