I choke on the harshness of the chilling air
I strangles my vocal chords
Slamming against the inside of my throat
I want to yell
But my voice is being shoved back in
So I cry
But nothing comes out
My tears are afraid
To reach the surface
And they cower in the corners of my tear ducts
I try to coax them out
But the cold air
Wraps around my waist
Causing a chill to vibrate up my spine
Making me convulse into spastic shivers
With each shiver it pulls all of the oxygen from my lungs
And coils its prickly thorns around my legs
They scratch at the surface of my dry skin
Causing minute lesions to silently spill blood onto the black cushions
I watch them clump together
And slide there way down the passengers seat
I look back
And memories of what just happened creep to the surface
I should have been paying attention
It was all my fault
It I was only looking forward
I would have never jumped the curb
And my beloved husband
Would have been wrapping his arms around me
Not the overpowering coldness
Of coming death
