Monday, November 9, 2015

the twinge of winter and the tight grip of frozen air

9-17-15; 22:42

she was the kind of girl
who never took the jacket
you offered
even when flurries of snow were
on their way down her hair
she said she liked the chills
the bitter frost
because it made her feel wide awake
and she remembered all too well
when that wasn't the case
when that couldn't be the case
because numbness had robbed her of it
for now, she wanted the heat of her cheek
to melt the snow where it landed
she wanted to feel jack frost
because he reminded her
she had awoken

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