Hunger Bites and I Can't

I'm crawling backward
through cold sludge
on scarred concrete-
dirty, graying snow
thaws in my trail

My mouth is open-
head down and eyes
stinging- while I sip
what's left of the
car-tred and fallen-sky

I taste rubber-slush
and filth; and freezing flesh
swallows itself, into
a permanent grimace
while I attempt to crawl
from out of my skin

Hunger Bites and I can't
remember where I am
or what songs im supposed
to sing. Suddenly,
I remember everything:

"I'm crawling forward
and toward the sun
from out of my shadow.
Chalkboard-nails scratch
this itch, and every minute
I feel your gentle step upon
those shattered mirror-skies,
where Once I tred, but Now
I fly."