Walking down the mottled shiny steps.
The pavement coated in icy slime.
Kind and careful.
Considering where I tread.
Angels fear to tread here.
Fear to touch and feel.
The distaste given by their entrance.
Totally unreal.
These slugs are not bullets fired from a maniacs gun.
Out with the  salt.
An evaporation of body.
Cruel way to pass.
Wonder if slugs feel pain.
(C) LIVVI