sthirta by Manas Mokshasuspended
from animation
a quiet warning
cold at the tip of one's nose
taking notice of nothing
everything slow and hardly moving
dead blood cells float across one's contentment
one breath
one sigh
hoards of willing young blood quickly fill in the gaps
slippery with no traction
a frozen terrain is better still 10/15/2009 Posted on 10/16/2009 Copyright © 2024 Manas Moksha
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