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by Olivia
Rated: E · Other · Death · #2063460
I wrote this poem? during the recovering process after my son's death.
So, so cold!
Bones on fire
Rancid smell
Teeth chatter

Body shivers
Threatens seizure
Fist-size muscle
Turns to ice

Brain sends
Signal
Breathe
Again

Winter beauty
Anticipation
Mark, Jesus
Birthdays

Now Dead
Like my
Cold
Heart

Suddenly,
A flash
A glimpse
A glimmer

Lightning hit
Snow-covered
Tree
Precisely

Tear once frozen
Turned to hope
Again
To live, to live







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