Stories tagged “Frozen”
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Unlikely Companions
Why the hell is it so cold? I knew that there would be some discomfort involved, but I didn’t know that feeling the cold would be one of them. I’m not supposed to be conscious. The day before the lights went out, I sat in the park with . . ...
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Ear What She Nose
She nose But she doesn’t ear, I suppose, With one eye open clear The other frozen closed By the cold upon her tear.
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Telling Touch
A tongue of finger-tips Slips onto warm, slick, scarlet lips To catch the cold, thick, icicle drips— Splashing numbness nips at the core Telling touch it knows not what it grips anymore.
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As I Lay Frozen.
My angel carries me, we soar and we fly. Swooping high above the vast sea. Strong arms to protect. Strong arms to reassure. As we fly over a dense forests, he cradles me closer. He’s going to save me, taking me far away. We’re safe, the feeling of ...
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As I Lay Frozen.
My angel carries me, we soar and we fly. Swooping high above the vast sea. Strong arms to protect. Strong arms to reassure. As we fly over a dense forests, he cradles me closer. He’s going to save me, taking me far away. We’re safe, the feeling of ...
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As I Lay Frozen.
My angel carries me, we soar and we fly. Swooping high above the vast sea. Strong arms to protect. Strong arms to reassure. As we fly over a dense forests, he cradles me closer. He’s going to save me, taking me far away. We’re safe, the feeling of ...
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As I Lay Frozen.
My angel carries me, we soar and we fly. Swooping high above the vast sea. Strong arms to protect. Strong arms to reassure. As we fly over a dense forests, he cradles me closer. He’s going to save me, taking me far away. We’re safe, the feeling of ...
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News Flash/ Poetry vs Prose /Bloody Heap of Humanity
Here’s some news! I refuse to be used I choose careful clues A foot print pair of terrible hooves I stare stoned and lose Bare boned with barely Bearable blues and clarity Waking wearily wearing Booze breath Two step in my shoes Cruise in my f...
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Swiftly Given Death of Emotion
Burning, robbing Breaking trust The adamantine heart dreams Not quite dying – yet lost. The antithesis of hate This frostwork flame feeds On secondhand songs – and sleeps, Not yet dead – but dying. Cold blow the winter words That wrap...
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Cold Facts
Contrary to popular belief, the language of the Eskimo contains about the same number of words for snow as English does. The Sami people, however, have hundreds of words for it. Today, I have just one… shit. That white shit made it hard to open t...