Friday, 21 January 2011


I know I wrote a poem about the weather heating up. That is not the case today -.- and I was wearing not the most sensible clothing walking home considering the temperature. 

It's like a stone
dropping through your chest
icy ripples
spread in a second
and then stop in the next.

Air stroking along your arm
but not quite
touching skin
for the skin is covered
in a thin layer of frost

The warmth teasingly 
from reach
its shoulders rolled back
lips curled in a snarl.

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