escapism

_{Photo by Sydney Shaffer}

By Sydney Shaffer

Alone in a cabin 

I imagine the snow 

pouring itself 

into the front door. 

Trapped inside 

with bottles of wine, 

this will be forever yet 

I never want to leave. 

My cat curled up 

at my feet 

snowflakes are swirling 

outside the window. 

I’ll hide for as long as I can.