A bitter taste lingers on my tongue,
A metal flavor from the scarlet beads
From my split lip
Scabbed, broken knuckles bruise over and ache
A sinking feeling in your stomach
A numbness in your hands
And a chill that never goes away
Bundled up, layered coats
But still feeling like the wind blows right through you
Hopping over snow banks, lining entrances to sidewalks
And melting in your shoes
A tingling in your feet
Your flesh screaming red from the cold
Ears and cheeks rosy coloured
Hands aching from the cold metal
Swinging your feet back and forth
At the park, chains imprinting on your palms
Freeing
Rhythmic
Feeling like you’re flying,
If only for a moment