Theres a boy up there with sunken red eyes in a hollow face, skin stretched across bone, and all of his clothes
hanging off of his limbs like misshapen hangers in an empty closet. Ill-fitting.
He sits on the street corner with a blanket over the holes in his pants and his fingertips creep out from under the blanket just to pull it higher. The gloves with no fingers.
And then in minutes the wind picks up
and the rain comes down and its almost below zero
but he stays the night and watches the sky as it changes colours in the light of the night and