it’s so cold
i can barely keep my eyes open
but at the same time
i can’t let them drift closed
my leg won’t stop bouncing
like a broken elevator pureeing everyone inside
smashing them against the walls.
an infant’s head rolls to a stop on the frozen floor.
no motivation.
it took my half an hour just to make a sandwich.
it would be easier to just starve.
and i can’t shake these chills running along my spine
and across my arms
snaking across my skin
like a spiderweb of thin ice.
i just want to sleep
but at the same time
i don’t want to miss a second
everyone faces the wind eventually.
Categories:
pureeing, anxiety, depression,
Form: Free verse