By Rima Yrtneg

It’s dark outside

But I step into the coldness of the night

Just to feel it wrap around me

And touch me

My parts.

But my shoes clack against the ground

It's a kind of hard sound

the  clack

Clack

Clack

Its wind wisps 

It feels like death 

The death that I  

Experienced in my other body

My mother

My mother was me

In the sleekest

Finest

And more gratifying form

I'm her clone

Or so that’s what they say. 

They say I’m just like my mom. 

But I clack and walk onto the street

I click clack

Clack

I am on the street now. 

Its about 5 am 

The time that she was born

There are no cars

The street is empty

Nothing but the street lights

And I guess the wind's

whisper

But there is nothing else on the street 

No one but me

And then I see

A car

it's fast

and I finally understand death