Sighs to the Cold

It's dark and cold outside. Not just the bitter windy cold, but the kind that tickles my bones. The cold blows to my face and moves my hair. My face hurts, stinging as if I fell into a brier patch. My eyelashes blink furiously to get used to the numbing of the air. It is so cold outside. It fits my like a glove. The cold air wraps around my body and I curl up like a fetus. Waiting for the darkness to swallow me hole. My hands are dry and brittle as they desperately need soothing lotion, I take in the pain, as that physical hurt soothes me. My eyes are red and dry, I cried too hard today, I cry every day and night. The cold air makes it difficult to see. I am waiting with patience for the darkness to go away. I am waiting for color to come back to my world. I am waiting. I exhale loudly waiting for my relief. Then I swallow back in the cold.