Dawn of the Brutal Season

The wind howls and collects her things. Each pressing against my flesh leaving their indelible mark. I swallow my dead flesh,  waiting for that sound. I hear voices from a stranger. Unkind, uncaring. I have become what I feared the most.

Not in a million years

What I'm doing. Where I am.....not in my wildest imagination, craziest dreams, or most vivid nightmare.