Was the first thing to leave my lips.
Was the next think I could think of.
514 in the morning and my pants were
The cold fluid ran
Down my legs.
The feeling made my cheeks so
And a part of me just wanted to be asleep.
There was a growl in my stomach,
Hunger in my chest and,
Confusion in my brain.
Questions followed shortly after
And then Google.
And then a phone call;
A soft voice on the other line,
"Come on in!"
My nostrils filled with the smell of
The smell of cold looked a lot like
Red and orange leaves whistling in the wind;
White lines from where salt and
Ice and snow had melted on the
Smoky air leaving my body with every
Pink on noses and
Scarves on necks; it was
836 AM on a
Six minutes the sensation to
Hunger escaped me. I was too
Everything crazy to be
Voices got quieter as
School bells rang and
Cars backed up in
Traffic drove off. Another
Six minutes floated by with a
The crumbling of footsteps from salt in the
New England morning,
Came closer; as did the