Cold air filters through the cracks in the walls, sending chills up my air. Not that I mind. There is fluffy snow on the ground, begging for snow angels. Twinkle lights on houses lining the street reflect off the frozen tundra. The world sparkles. For a brief moment in time, I forget about the tipsy way you plant your feet.
What was once sturdy wobbles. No matter how strong I get my embrace is too weak to hold you up. Pieces fall off; taken away by the doctor’s precision. A twist of the wrist leaves a scar deeper than a semi-colon tattoo. We fall together, creating snow angels.