Chills

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A fog gathers around my fingers,
curling and writhing
Fleeting, cool sighs
brushing past my palms
kissing my skin
It extinguishes the flames

And all at once it hardens
erupting in my grasp
I clutch at shards of glass
biting at my skin
every fragment bursting in pain

A glacial deluge surrounds me
pooling at my feet,
in a mirror of blood

I stare into eyes unknown
and a stranger asks,
did their gaze always sting?

the cold tightens surrounds me
and I crumble in it's hold

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