This misty morning seeks to eek
The colour from my fingers.
My cheeks flush red to compensate,
Droplets round my nostrils linger.
My breath exhales
It's warmth absorbed
Like a dragon, I am breathing.
My body tight,
It clings to fight
What warmth I have from leaving.
My toes feel numb
My eyelids shun
The breaking light of day,
They dare not see more than they need;
The passers by, they sway
Their gaze and step far from my body,
Trying to ignore,
The person lying huddled
In the corner
On the floor.
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Holly Hart
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