you've driven down this road since the day you learned to steer

you've seen the cornfields lining its edges thousands and thousands of times

but you've never seen the barn

collapsed, snow-covered, blackened wood.

is it a frosty haze that surrounds it? or is it smoke?

it doesn't exist, but it does

it's there

in the center of your unfocused vision


you pull over. your tires are silent against the ice

the door opens without you touching it

or maybe you did

it doesn't matter

your feet are carrying you towards it

it's warm

you're so cold

it's warm

you're so cold

it's hungry

you're so cold