I lay quiet and still
hands stiff with cold
Taking pride in the walls
of my freshly built home.
Hands stiff with cold
but I'm warm to the core.
My sister lies next to me
and licks the snow pack floor.
I'm warm to the core
from the cocoa that's been spilled
We lick the snow pack floor
Chocolate flavored teeth chill
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My Year of Unrest: a collection of poems I wrote in 2020
PoetryA collection of poems from 2020 that act as my diary as I deal with anxiety, starting antidepressants for the first time, the pandemic, and the unstable socio-political climate in the United States. Critique is welcome and encouraged. Some poems ar...
