Dried eyes

Tin cries out from stinging rain.

Climbing frost covers the windows,

and creeps in the underside door.

My flame has lowered to embers.

I've rubbed my numb fingers raw.

Shuffling my feet with lack of blood.

Dried eyes burn from my cracked skin

and peeled nose.

Silence stops as my window caves in

from howling winds.

Light headed and faint now,

as I welcome in the storm.

-LaurenAshley