Frost bite

by mesolithic   Jun 13, 2006


Poison sinks into
stream,
suffocates the room
with smoke.

it chills my bones
with deception,
bites my limbs,
spits out the flesh,
to wither.

she rots my mind
with winter,
stains my blood
with anguish.

she cries for
her life back,
all doors are
closed.

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