On the frozen aisle both roads evenly alike
dry breath is taken, it is not breathed.
The air mocks, peeling the skin,
skinned from the inside, it is red.
Seen but not felt are the ****** hands;
Felt but not seen are the ****** lungs;
A layer of ice thickened on the warm red
dams the veins not dead nor alive.
Silent, not a whisper,
the frozen calmly eats;
There is no bad no good,
all thoughts stagnantly anchored.
Not a soul around, not a soul inside,
a cold face is all there is;
A single tear is all to spare.