the snow is cold but i am colder
the sound is buzzing but my mind is louder
the voices
the buzzing
the terrible, terrible sound of her voice.
echoing through my head
telling me to listen
but I will not.

I am the victim.
I am the detective.
I am the suspect.
I am the witness,
of my own crime,
which I have done,
but I will not be there,
to serve my sentence.