people die out here
A1/28- people die out here
people die out here, you know?
drown in the wind and wet and wistful silence
letting legs collapse, snow then slush then solid ice, entrenched
so step through snow tracks on missing sidewalks
paths of people picked to leave them, marked for death
slow down, careful tread
find footfall free of threats
warm your face with shaky breaths
people die out here, you know?
you’re not immune
their t-shirt, your lack of boots
cold feet and weary lungs fail just as soon when beat and bruised
so step aside to solid ground
cosplay car tires, keep trying
pick another day to drown
poem written by my girlfriend Amy and hosted on this site