Blood at the base of my neck The taste of mold Cold, cold, cold surrounds my every cell My tears freezing as they trickle down my face
I breathe.
My sight sees a sliver of smoke climbing the ladder of air I dare to shift my gaze Distant moans, screams, footsteps creeping on the cobblestone Slowly understanding action is required, I roll over, Spit a stream of red, secure my undone laces, And close my eyes to prepare for the pain I heavily anticipated;
First step....."ssss" Second step....."hhhhaa" Third step....."hooooo" Run.