darkesthart

Today, I saw my past-self lying in a gutter. The frozen snow fell softly upon this shuttering, huddled mass of dirt and decay, of times long past. The moment I approached to walk passed, she stilled, but dared not look up. Fear and shame overtook her frame, which in its stillness bunched upon itself like a clustered, muscular heap; Awaiting a beating, like a broken puppy kicked one too many times. I but glanced at this tangled frame, yet in the span of a moment…time froze. The snow crashed louder than colliding glaciers upon the dismal pavement. Wind broke the silence after each flake hit, with a moaning menace, chilling to my core. I turne