|My fingers are ice and my nose is red but the sun is hugging all the trees around me. And I can’t stop clenching my fists or scratching my palms and I’m not thinking straight. I thought he was my friend. But I don’t remember how to relax my muscles or take a deep breath before I open the door. And the sun is smiling so I try to smile back and my fingers are still scratching my palms. Somehow my feet find the crunchy leaves and I kick through them and smile alone.
I felt death and I felt tears and you felt me.
I felt nothing.