Scarf—or leather—
Strewn in my fingers
pull it towards me—
—brain freeze—
It's very cold outside
What you say—
Evil child? Why?
Let me be, now—
—Wait—I hear a voice
'round your waist
pull it towards me—
Be quiet.
Helicopter whirls above
and away—hold tight—
It's very cold outside—
Leather strewn in my fingers—