faint and frozen

crowded rooms
make you itch,
sweat pebbles
on your brow.
your feet twitch
towards the red sign
blinking exit.
you could leave
now, bolt like
a horse in the field
under the blue
sky. run towards
daylight
to the woods
that bloom green
in the far distance,
but she's already
said i do and now
it's your turn as you
stand in a rented
suit at the altar,
faint and frozen.