greatpoetsStone Cold
Just past midnight and one thousand yards between here and the farmhouse country road where a serial killer finds his victim her screams muffled by miles of thick snow dogs chained in the barn barking the fence corner where a nurse dies walking home from the hospital the woodshed where a drunk passes out rescued two days later they have to amputate both his legs the river where one survivor lasts fourteen hours he's still in a coma look up to where the stars careen billions of galaxies thick lime ice and rose powder on the northern horizon a car is approaching along this very road run until your chest hurts you're almost safe.
- Susan L. Helwig
