she let me go home for
a few days, to soak in
the chill of her sun.
but
in the end i went
back to her
and left
everyone
behind.
i followed her into the blizzard
and she never once asked
if i was okay.
it was better that way.
YOU ARE READING
below zero
Poetrya short story in verse. the first collection in a series of poetry. winter #1