so silly

Impending sense of doom
Walking home
Snow crunches if i choose to step into its mottled gray masses
Next to the road
Cold air whipping through my hooded sweatshirt
Impending sense of doom
My peripheral vision cut off from the stripes of my head covering-
I know its time to cross
soon
Impending sense of doom
Cars dont bother to notice me
As i indecisively weave into traffic, then rethinking- lean back to the edge again.
Walking- wondering if my arms will hang into someone's red car.
My red coat and red blood and red paint whirling together in an instant
These are my melodramatic thoughts
MY impending sense of doom
so silly

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