lately, i feel
the shiver deep in
my skin and bones
tell me— was it always
this fatal and cold?
my heart quivers,
though, am i
starting to rot?
tell me— with no praise,
will it ever stop?
my heart overflows,
deep in my skin and bones.
tell me— though my
nails are blue,
can warmth still rush through?
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2025 09:24
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Comments1
A deeper poem and metaphor set in verse that is somehow sophisticated in a rhythm and near rhyme that one, like in a dream, can not quite put one's finger on. Very well done
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