it’s been a long winter.
she can still feel it as
the portions of her back
outlined by a tank top
press against the cool wall.
the air doesn’t bite at her throat
as she breathes it in.
it is lightly scented, and this is the
first time since october
that one of the five have worked
since more than the cold numbed her then.
she had other things to live for,
but spring wasn’t one of them
and it was a shock to see how time had passed
when she barely remembered a thing.
for the first time, she is breathing.