Shadows play off of the dark, cold walls.
Vertical lines perpendicular to this young face
Only make me more aware of right angles
And their comfort.
There are no leaves and yet I see life.
Buried, blown away, lurking.
The branches reach down with their claws
Making me feel small, inadequate.
A bitter breeze biting at our day old bodies.
Slowly sinking, slowly dying down.
- Abby B.