Frostbite
I SHUDDER
IN THIS FRIGID SKIN
I AM FROSTY
CRYSTAL TO THE MARROW
THIS PIERCING WINTER
I SPEND
WITHOUT YOU
I SHIVER
DRIFTING INTO
THE BLEAK WHITE
BITTER, RAW
STARVED FOR YOUR WARMTH
IN THE DEPTHS
OF THIS BINDING COLD.
Copyright © Tiffany Harvester | Year Posted 2018
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