Roses bloomed from cracks in the drywall.

I listened to new voices outside the gate.

Clouds were painted on the windows

and the sky was tinted grey.

Flowers opened and you stepped inside

where you had to pay.

You dropped down low in three feet of snow

and you began to pray.

The storm came fast

flakes made of glass

cut your face.

The winds took your breath away.

New voices outside the door

demanded you prepare

the storm is always there.

Roses bloomed in doorways

vines snaked along the walls.

Everything wanted heat inside

and they caused you to fall.

The storm drives the cold things in

and it will drive you far away.

J.S.

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