Alive

The wind whips at me
Like I deserve it
It is bitter
This medicine, going down.

Monsters
Everywhere I go
Arms stretched over their heads
Their leaves ready to grab
at me

Lights flashing, on and off
But I keep walking
Too many SOS signals
Not everyone can be helped

I see a white man
Start to walk towards him
His hand starts flashing
Red
Breaking into a run
I stop on an island

I have a pulse
On the boulevard of death