The days are getting shorter.
Nights getting darker.
The air, is cool, crisp and eerie.
An overwhelming feeling takes over my soul.
Winter is approaching. Slowly, but surely it will be here.
And then what.
Where will she go?
How will she survive?
Shes homeless. And has been for over 20 years.
She lives off the land of booze, food stamps, and government hand outs.
She has no regrets. No ambitions. No desires in life
just to get that one more bottle.
One more sip.
All it takes is one, single drop that can ruin a
One drop. She chooses that one drop over her entire
Once the bone chilling nights take over her being
Will she become a statue frozen to the ground?
Will she fall asleep soundly and become a beautiful snow angel, forever…
Time will only tell
Until then I will hold my breathe
Wait for the long future nights of