It stuck to me
Burrowing below my bones
Curling around my warm heart
Pulsing with heat and
Freezing it
It swirls around my toes
Buried deep in layers of leather
Shoes can't keep it out
My toes turn to ice
And shatter upon impact
It shivers up my arms
Wind kissing barest skin
Frost encasing flesh
I become a human snowman
And freeze, literally
Snowflakes lick my face
Already blue in winter
Caressing a shivering mess
Frozen bones and icy flesh
I am not ice
I am not freezing
I am cold
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
