dim stars dangle,
from the rusted metal limbs,
of simple, single limbed trees,
over my head, just feet found.
connected by rubber wrapped cobwebs,
casting pinstripe shadows,
over frozen rain cracked paths.
this is the road by which steps cease to sound.
clouds of chilled breath,
used oxygen puffs grey,
caught by the icy winds of the world outside this place,
my mouth is warmth, my lips cold,
time frozen.
this life,
and all i know in this moment,
is best described with questions for answers.
abstract pictures in place of words .
