I wish I had a jacket - It’s so cold your breath is a curse and your skin is screami

It’s so cold your breath is a curse and your skin is screaming for a hug.

I wish I had a jacket. My breath is like a ghost whispering death.

This cold is like my skin is being flayed by a snow blower.

I’d take a jacket over a hot dog any day. Even if that hot dog was my ex.