The window fogs from my breath

My face pressed up close, up close against

Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight

And praying for accumulation all through the night



These confrontations puncture the skin

Reveal evidence that you are easily broken

You're so easily broken

Exposed and relentlessly streaming from the cracks

At that age when everything is seemingly life or death



Please let the snow swallow the streets whole

Keep the bus from coming

Let us stay at home

So we can avoid the daily drudgery

The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep



The season, weakening the hold

The blades dulled from the front that hints the snow

Warming the engine slowly turns

Stuttering awoken from the sounds of the shovels scraping concrete

At that age when everything is seemingly life or death



Adrenaline fuels my

Fist grinds my teeth through sleep