today is a silver lined day, the cold pressing in on my skin like fabric.
the scarf around my neck pulls tight like a noose and i feel tired,
i turn my eyes to the darkening sky with a sigh and pull my sleeves down
over my dry hands. theres a small tree to my left covered in tinfoil and christmas ornaments, a small pile of dirty snow mingling at its foot.
the wind pulls my hair around my eyes and i shiver awfully,
turning back towards home with the intent of walking faster,
focused only on the dim light in the distance.
About Me
- scary mary
- richmond, va, United States
- books, music, art, fashion, movies, video games, cars, and everything nerdy. i write because my brain is too full. i write because it makes me feel like i belong to the world. i write because i can.
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