Short 'n' Curly!
Poetry.
Shelter.
by Julie Patterson.
Skylark of the night wind sky
The leaves are flying turbulent
Some are sharp
They catch my skin
A lone bird harks as it tries to retreat
Looking for safety among the city landscape
And I to am looking for shelter from the storms
Both internal and external
My frame shakes as the leaves fly
I don't flinch as another one digs in
My eyes adjust to the night as I move further from the main drag and into the alleys
I feel safe here amongst the shadows my eyes continue to align
themselves until I can see my surroundings.
A cat howls as I cross it's turf and it's hiss is a signal of its victory over the invader
The wind whips through and lightning cracks overhead briefly lighting the path I tread
I wish I could see what I am running from so clear and bright.
The leaves blow around my feet and are crushed under my faltering steps
I know not where I am going and I don't care.
As my mind unravels and leaches into my heart my fingers start to go numb from the cold,
Why can't I?
I feel raw.
I shove my hands inside my jacket pockets they'll warm up soon.
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