“Around us, the room
was shrinking and
dimming.”—Scott Heim
WE DISAPPEAR
___________________
When I closed my—
Eyes, I could almost feel
The cold snow in my face
Listening to the—
Forbidden secrets of the
Railroad tracks out there
Along the rails—
Snowdrifts were slowly
Drifting, getting denser
Outside my window—
The elms grew sinister
Snaking in the shadows
No comments:
Post a Comment