Alone and Broken

It's cold outside.

I can hear the wind outside on my window.

I can feel the cold.

I can feel the cold inside, although it's outside.

But I don't feel the cold on my skin, just inside of me.

But I won't say anything.

I'll just sit here, maybe it'll go away if I want it to enough.

But Izzy tells me it's impossible.

I know he's right.

I wish he weren't.

I know my father's out there.

Probably sitting on the couch, watching the television with an occasional chuckle.

My mother was undoubtedly asleep.

My sister was probably in her room reading.

But he's still out there.

I'm so hungry, but I can't go out there.

He's out there, I'll have to get by him.

I wish my mother knew.

I wish my sister knew.

I've tried to tell them.

They think I'm crazy.

Am I?

From Catrina, by Dobokoyuramon