blanketed by Angela Thomas the thing about a thick blanket of snow that i love is the hush. the quiet whisper of city sounds being muffled from their harsh everyday clang and screech. people holding onto shards of warmth, clinging to scarves wound around their bodies. it's a different kind of existence in silence and with thoughts coming slowly. the bus pulls up with a windy whoosh and i shudder. glasses fog up between the cold and heat of small victories. the bus wipers pulse on against the snow, forge forward slowly, deliberately, we move down the blanketed roads until the ban falls and we all stop moving. where will you be? my thoughts travel. my hands twitch. my mind wanders. wrapping my legs around your body, how your hand searches for mine while we sleep. in the hush, my thoughts roar. 02/23/2015 Posted on 02/23/2015 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)