Amongst the early chilled air and brisk southerly
she pulls sleep from her bed and walks towards a cage of neon .

Vacant sterile serene.

Detergent and steriliser give way to exasperated wary faces and trinkets of gold …gold .
The saviour , the sin, the holy .

Endure , endure one more hour , one one more day . Take this winter one day at a time .

Well she still breaths and gold never deceives … recapitating her mind to what might be .