The air is frigid and clings to me
with a biting mouth on my entire body.
My coat is too thin and my hat is not
my good hat, it is my spare. My scarf
dangles in the wind, its worn out
threads falling, trailing behind me
giving me little to no warmth.
I am cold. I am
cold.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina