i want to feel it
the affects of winter
to watch the deep blush
from the cut of my splinter
the cold chilly air
freezes my tears into
metal scraps ready
to be re-used and renewed
the ground - a stranger
the sky becomes a foe
my senses ambushed
so i long to be alone
so i plead with my thoughts to excuse themselves
YOU ARE READING
frozen orgasm
Poetrya collection of short poems based on my experiences and the people in my life
