My frozen tangled hair hung over my shoulders
The warm lights inside shone on the short, bulging, fiery, monster
The frosted grass set the cold mood
The dark woods as lonely as me
And the leaves trembling in the cold wind
I could see it all

My wailing cries echoed into the night
Drowned out by the howling of the wind
The slammed door still in my ears
My pounding knocks on the locked gate
And my sniffled begging to be let back inside
I could hear it all

My fists against the big smooth doors
The cold concrete against my feet
My soft sweater hanging off my shoulders
And my soaking tears as they fell
I could feel it all

The shuddering breeze stung as I inhaled
The faint waft of meat escaping through the cracks
The stank of damp oak made me cringe
I could smell all of it


I was locked out
As I tasted my salty tears
I could finally taste the memory