Cold feet on hard concrete
Slap and tap until her bones creak
Out the door and into the rain
Stinging feet feel the pain
Once so warm now freezing cold
Warmth is something very old
Collecting dust in the attic
Next to tvs that only get static
She stops and feels the earth quake
Her chest heaves
Her heart aches
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoesíaOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
