tomorrow is yesterday

my breaths seemed to have paused,frozen in time, to this icy wind,as the nighttime slowly lifts,taking with it the cover of stars – all glimmering and twinkling in good-bye –leaving behind the residue of midnightdrifting away in the face of blinding lightreflecting the puff of my breath – the shape of today (or was it

frozen

fingers cold to touch,chills creeping up my body,as i look on – frozen – broken.

numb

my limbs are frozen,mouth saying words i can’t hear,heart sputters, then stops.