"Winter is the worst"
She says as she blows on her hands and tries to warm up.
She doesn't know a thing about winter,
I think.

How it not only kills everything outside of you,
But inside as well.
How it comes alive and seeps into your pores,
Like some afternoon at the sauna,
But it's not warm and it's not easy to leave.
It hollows you out,
Empties your bones and fills them with lead.
It clears out your veins, pumps sadness and cold instead.
It infects your heart,
Too bad you needed that to live.

"You're lucky if you make it out alive"
I say.