pathetic.org :: 04/15/2016 by Uriel Tovar

04/15/2016

Chilled wind wraps its
Tender tendrils around
My throat
Caressing gently until its grip
Tightens and forcefully feeds
Me its cold.

04/15/2016

Posted on 04/15/2016
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Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/16/16 at 08:04 PM

Now that's cold! An image of no escape, total immersion. I like.

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