Predawn Snowfall

Walking in to Meet My Fate

by Robbie Freece

Predawn snowfall, walking in to meet my fate

Drinking Coffee to cover the taste of defeat

Surreal mood in reality, empowered and visceral in a daydream head

The sound of my boots crunching against the ice and then squeaking across the polished floor brings it all back to here and now

Stomach unsettled, chapped lips and watery eyes.

Float through the day like a ghost–Dead Man Walking!

Rings in my ears as conversations carry on in the periphery

Two hugs from two kids who carry the look of a hardened man around each day

I brace for impact and so do all the others

A knowing glance of calamity and shared discussion that shit’s fucked up

The snow just keeps falling, in an archetypal December way.

Snowflakes in the air, beauty everywhere kind of mood

That clashes so melancholy with the fate that lie ahead

I dream of Christmas.

I dream of burning down the system.

Watercolor Trees
Original Artwork by Safiya Enow