begging for cold resolute
sweat.
wet dripping to my cheeks
blasting. warming. heatwave
coming in
and
out my bones
bubbling. boiling. burning
begging
for
cold
resolute.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
