07 June, 2011


The teeth of the night press into skin,
A thousand pinpricks of pressure,
Rolling over the surface, searching,
Injecting ice into blood,

Shuddering, bitter-sharp pain,
And the cutting sweetness of warmth,
Rushed and shoved aside,
In a hostile flood of cold.


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