Slide

Skies open.

They sheath the world

in a thin layer of

shiny glass.

Watch your step.

Proceed with caution.

Your tires will slide

uncontrollably

beneath you.

Your feet will slip.

Your control will give way.

I peek between the blinds.

I feel at home.

My mind is covered

in a thin layer

of shiny glass.

It is frozen numb.

My heart is slipping

and sliding.

In a beautiful contrast to

nature's display,

I am

so

damn

warm.