Desperation And Survival
A doorknob twists
a burst of air fills
the room – ice cold.
An odd feeling
someone is watching
a person who knew
more about me –
more than I knew
about myself.
Cold air ate away
at the heat
frosted a window.
Slowly taking control of
me – and each breath
I struggled – trying
to fill my lungs
I knew there was
no way out
nowhere to run.