I expel thin wisps of cold wind, smoking breath that looks like cigarette vapors.
**** its cold.
I nearly slip on the black ice in the parking lot late at night cause I canβt make it out.
**** its cold.
Fingers frosted till they start to turn from flesh tones to a red pinkish hue, then almost to a light blue.
**** its cold.
Ears hurt, and so, does my chest when I cough. I try to sleep it off, but the sidewalk is bitterly unforgiving.
**** its cold.
No one ever looks me in the eyes. They just walk on by; Too busy pretending not to see my pain and humanity. They donβt drops single thought or dollar for me.
**** its cold.
No one notices the frozen form of frostbit terror and tragedy, as empty eyes stare out at a world that is colder than the arctic circle.