from a place to dream
the night owes me nothing
she told me
with wishes of warmth,
hopes for something
which are nothing
when the bones are revealed
when the sidewalks burn your feet
the heat
it turns you into mirrors
there
where you can escape the cold
that you must only return to
so you can escape again
to a place with no relief
the night owes me nothing
she told me
but the dreams…
they still remain