This Red Skin
This red skin, whipped by the harshest wintry wind,
feels colder than the snow of Iceland;
wry thoughts on a gelid night
won't relieve my plight!
January
flee,
don't disagree!
Running and panting
to avoid an avalanche crumbling,
I take giant steps to avert danger...
while this red skin burns deeper than my anger!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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