Each breath you steal floating off
like the Angels come to take your soul away
and goosebumps on your bare arms and
a shiver, but only just
crusted cars wander by aimless-like
no people you can see driving them
everything alright on their end
you are invisible
you’ve got a fair three miles
two hours with no stops, tops
and an emergency blanket to wrap
yourself in, and your tennis shoes are
Keep stealing breaths, though.
You won’t be invisible for long.
Someone will come for you.
Even if it’s the Angels.