That snow is falling Drifting in and out of my sight Shivering Even my eyes- dirt, dark brown- burrow deeper in my face Hollow and hiding My fingers fumble with my jacket zipper And still it's not enough Shivering Cold pumps through my veins instead of blood
I should be dead Heart beats I should be dead Lips blue and mute Thoughts blanketed by ice They slow, they freeze
All that's left to do is watch my eyelashes flutter past again They look like snow