The cold
keeps snatching at my ankles,
My flip
flops clicky-clack
on the
vacant pavement
I fight
to catch my breath that whips itself away from me
The
tears fall
slowly-
my vision is left somewhere behind me-
crawling
down my cheek
onto my
neck and heaving chest, still without air
Silently,
with no rhythm to this pain
it
washes oven me in waves, receding before it really hits
Silently;
for no one must know
Trapped,
a glass
dome encloses me
A
poisonous gas condensing into an impenetrable fog
The sun
behind these clouds. It wants to break through;
I said
the fog was
Impenetrable.
Hope
crushed
by the slam of Pandora's box.
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