Christopher J. Couchon is a writer of poetry and fiction who lives in the valleys of southern New England. He is 21 and enjoys the works of Hermann Hesse. His work has previously appeared in the likes of Other Magazine and the Black Candies book series.
Rain/Snow
My mind is screaming.
I broke the glass. The temperature is low.
I am bleeding. When my blood touches the air
It turns cold. My wound begins to clot.
I storm through thorny bramble
My skin is enveloped in goosebumps and cuts
I can see my breath
I start to run – I am sprinting
The wind is attacking my face
I am bleeding again
The blood runs
I run
I don’t know where I’m going
My heart is pounding – I cannot breathe
I stumble and collapse, frostbitten
Exhausted and hypothermic
The raining slush thickens
And I stare into weak fluorescent light
A streetlight
There is no one outside
I am sedated
And drift into sleep
So peaceful now.