The wind howls.
The wind outlines my body.
The wind makes my bones ache.
The wind freezes my existence.
Even without the wind I feel these things creep upon me.
As I dare my friend to scream as loud as she can I hope she doesn't back out. Little does she know I want to let everything that is built up inside of me out.
I just need an excuse to scream in the middle of an empty road.
The wind cuts my hands , my arms and my face.
Tonight I didn't have to do it.
The wind did everything for me.