Slip on my nike's, and my crinkled blue wind breaker.
They don't know these are what I wear to keep warm.
Out the door, a quarter past seven. Twenty minutes till town,
Till actual civilization.
They call this place the boonies, the land of the lost,
Or is it just The Last Frontier?
Can't remember which was more accurate,
Being secluded, or blazing trails.
A few steps from the porch my lungs recognize the sharp, icy air
Deep inhale, then let it out.
Breath billowing, visible for a brief moment.
It's only September, but the frost is already settling in.
Few more steps towards the frigid green dodge.
The fallen leaves crackle and crunch under my already light step.
It's only September and I haven't re-dyed that hair streak.
Pink, for more than just a fad.
Only September, and Sabrina comes home this month.
Her strength brought warmth to school last fall
Her struggle and strife a thing I wouldn't wish on my dearest enemy.
A disease malignant in nature.
Cancer like this forest that consumes