The risk started showing up in January
But maybe it was actually a little earlier
You never mentioned it directly, but you were still wary
I could see it in your face from across the room
It glimmered in the corner of your eye
To the point that you couldn't focus anymore
You'd lay on your bed and try to ignore the feeling
And the truancy notice crumpled up on your floor
The risk hung every night in front of your face
From a fishing line when you tried to sleep
And it shimmered in the blue dark
Backlit shadows cast from our snowy street
Your hand was shaking as you reached out
And grasped it in your fingers
And it buzzed in the palm of your hand
Like a trapped house fly begging to be let go
Your instincts implored you too loosen your grip
But you felt so frozen to your bed
Like your skin would peel off if you stood up
And opened the window to set it free
It corroded a hole in the palm of your hand
And you held your hand in front of the face
Through the moon shaped hole in the center
You could've sworn the edges glowed