u/Tangerine_Darter

My heart is as brittle as
that ice storm in 2013 when
we drank boxed wine and danced to candlelit music and watched the cars
trapped on the interstate. It's not the
cold that gets you,
it's the lack of purchase.
We slid around the room,
too naive, and maybe stupid, to realize
that no friction means no moving forward. I
didn't have anywhere to go
anyways; hemmed in by the other lost souls trying to make their way home.