The Sky is Falling.

I saw gulls circling and screaming just a few moments ago as I walked to the friendly franchised service station and store a block away to buy rocket fuel and stinking cat food.

The wind rushed by me, and the sky hangs heavy and lower. It looks bloated, gravid with snow.

Snow used to make me feel so dirty. The pristine whiteness of it against the grey specter of my soul did nothing but stir discord in my breast; my stomach churning with hollow insecurity.

Now everything in me, everything I am stretches out for it.

It gets colder...arms and shoulders...like the song says. Make it hot. Take me over and over and over.