It’s dark out.
The breeze brushes my face
with fingers drenched in chills
I let out huffs of shivers.
“How did I wind up here?”
I question myself.
My baggy grey sweatshirt
(that read ‘Army’)
was not enough to sustain my body’s
I wonder where you are—
my Prince Charming.
Why aren’t you here to rescue me?
Rescue me from my regrets and fears.
Rescue me from my mistakes.
The oak tree I’ve taken shelter under seems to be
But it isn’t
It’s only the crisp air wrapping around me,
peeling away my clothes.
Pitch black is around me.
My breath becomes slower, pacing…
I’m aware that I’m the center of one’s eye.
It’s watching me, letting out snuffs of anger—and fear.
Stalking and preying on the less fortunate.
I wrap my arms around my legs
and tuck myself into a ball.
Trying to keep the hands of grey steel out.
The darkness engulfs me whole…