Shivers run down my spine.
An ice cold breeze flows through my bones.
Fingers - burnt with frost.
Numb from the cold.
Skin of my lips -
Dry and bitter
Chapped and chipped
Breaking away from the surface.
I blow out a breath of frustration
The fog files out to blend with the crisp, cool air.
My nose is a flaming red.
My toes curl to meet the balls of my feet
Begging to be warmed.
The lobes of my ears tingle.
My eyes stare blankly at the unknown.
The temperature slowly decreases.
Time is scarce.
Heat is running out.
Frozen.
No amount of heat can break the ice.
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Poetry
PoetryIsn't my title just so creative?! These are some of my pieces. There's not really a genre or a format to any and all of my poetry. The whole anthology is pretty unorganized and chaotic - kind of like my head haha - so please bear with me. Delve insi...
