“Come hither!”
She beckons,
arms wide, lips curling
twisting, my soul with it.
Thunder echoes,
whispering hope in ears
rustling as autumn leaves
brushing against
my callous frame.
Worn by weather,
marred by wear,
my eyelids droop—
crinkles catch up,
I let go.
She bundles me—
warm scoop and ice cream,
melts the cold away,
carries me home.
The Chaos Within 