Cold
inside cold hearts stretch
deserts of hot and hurtful sand
that grow nothin' but
empty promise
rise'n in the scorch'n,
choke'n air.
inside cold minds,
whole cloth lies
stink putrid with
false promise
that cracks young will.
inside cold hands,
promise forsaken
stings wide eyes
and galls thin flesh.
©Naomi Marshall 2017
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