Josh Bashline

The Bulge

My shaky legs carry me in.
The forest gets darker.
The wind gets colder.
The snow gets deeper.

The cold air hurts my lungs.
My tears freeze on my face.
I can’t feel my hands,
my arms,
my lips.

Fate pulls me near.
I hear lights.
I smell hate.
I see shattered life.
I’m in hell.

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