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// Meley Akpa Hostess
A Cold Morning // Dorienne Hoven
Everything swirled. My throat fought the rising acid; I curled over, The bus rocked pushing me closer
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Over the edge
My eyes darted from sign to sign
Hoping, praying one of them was mine Just hold on, Not for too long.
Every breath terrified me Knowing that something much worse could be Coming, but then, it was my stop! I ran off the bus
Feet staggering, ice crunching Head swaying, wind howling.
My chest heaved and Frozen strands of hair stuck in My mouth and eyelashes.
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