the rain beats down
and makes my hands sting
down to the center of my proximal phalange
creating incisions under my fingernails
so they form a pool of lavender and ashy blue
and the cold does not help
droplets will hit the ground and freeze
cutting down into my hallux
making my steps just as icy as my voice
and when the sun starts to run off
it leaves me alone with darkness
i cannot see
i hit walls
my head
and my knuckles
until i tumble down
and down
like a droplet
into the center of my proximal phalange
but this time
i dont feel a thing

Broken crayons still write but broken dreams remain shattered.

I feel like a ghost town
so empty
torn down doors and rancid smells
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
creaking hinges and naked trees
strange roads and strange noises
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
not a single open shop
no visitors
where could they be?