Post the Twenty-Eighth or Winter

He said my eyes looked like

Winter

Eyes so cold they scalded

Eyes that could hack away

Limbs

With FrostBite

Eyes that could create that

Tingly

Sleepy

Warm feelings

That sets in before HypoThermic death

A death, he said,

That I will happily submit too

For only in dying

Are we reborn

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About witchymorgan

I'm a 22 year old womanist, sex positive, pansexual, polyamorous, queer, bruja, transwoman. Social justice activist by day, social justice activist by night. Fun! View all posts by witchymorgan

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