Frozen Lungs

.

Not again.

Please

God, not again.

It has been two years

Since I've walked this far and

I'm so tired of how my breath

Freezes in my lungs when

I get close to the dumpster.

It's not even that far

Away.

I'm tired of being

Limited

Of

Not being

Able to

Take care of

Myself.

I know

I do know

I

Know

I won't die

If I walk five more feet.

But tell

That

To my

Lungs.

And my stomach.

Which ignites at

That first

Touch of ice.

And sends flames

To my limbs

And

I can feel

Them burn

And

If I turn now

I'll run away.

And

Once I run

The ice will break

And

The first die

And I'll feel fine

Except

I won't.