Needles My eyes were watching carefully. My breath was cold, I could see it fly into the air. I stood outside on the steps of my little house waiting for a change in scenery. My eyes were growing heavy, but I wanted something to happen. It's cold, I wish I could leave, but here is the only place that brings me back to somewhat sane. The air is fills my pores and cleanses my soul so I can think properly. Unlike inside that house where smoke drowns me. Walking down the street brought me back to #life. The sound of my shoes on the sidewalk reminds me of #life when it was bearable. Now, it's another stab, another needle piercing my sensitive skin. Someday the holes will just bleed out and I will be cured. But one can only dream. ©kaitlynmb
Richard Withey
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