The wind howls
through the empty spaces of my cells,
a calcium seeking chemical composition
hungry for bone.
It leaves behind a bitter chill,
and I shake and chatter erratically
in a feeble attempt at warmth.
Weak branches fall from their limbs,
cutting into my arms and feet,
and I close my eyes,
searching for the skills
to construct a haven from this madness,
this method of living.
Soon I will be lost in the chaotic collapse
unless I create a path of my own making.
My mind gets lost
in the pondering maze of indecision,
unable to recognize the sound of anything
but the roar of air pressing in,
whirling from every direction.
I shiver,
my gaze westward,
feet in opposing positions.
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