I shudder so hard to rid myself of
the creeping sensation of cold.
It is alright, I tell my fraught body,
You are warm now,
but the shuddering still persists;
goosebumps rise on my flesh.
You’re not cold, I insist,
You are alive, I think;
there’s breath 
that’s left,
forcing its way
from lungs
to chest
out into the warm air;
That’s yours,
I try to reassure
my skin,
but it is still trembling,
cause I possess
a rare,
terrible talent for
living while dead


  • dusk arising

    Great imagery.

    • rebmasters

      Thank you x

    • L. B. Mek

      this reads raw and unfiltered, but somehow still so relatable
      love your poetic voice in this one, forthright and bold!
      thanks for sharing, dear Poet

      • rebmasters

        Thank you x

      • Neil Higgins

        I like this.A bit creepy,without being too cold. ( Pun intended)

        • rebmasters

          Haha thank you. It's about addiction, withdrawal & recovery, but I like the idea of you reading it as a creepy tale... So thank you for that x

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