i cant get warm
pull another cover
like sandpaper across
the exposed electric ends
of my quivering frigid soul
but still it shivers
she blows gales of ice and memory
through the places i cant escape
i refuse a flame to thaw
the glacial rime of my own indifference
the worm flexes and i shudder.
Full Disclosure: Not really feeling this “poem.” Not really feeling anything right now worth discussing. But, I made a goal to post daily and develop a routine, so…
…so, if you don’t like the poem, here is this picture of a penguin. Because Woeful Wednesday.
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