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Frigid
Jennifer Jacob |
Eerie, like a deserted swingset,
the prickling of goosebumps down a hollow spine
and the ever bending of a racing mind.
As chilling as December dusk,
as the faithful goodbye of autumn musk,
as it bids farewell to the timely day
and gives way to the endless night.
A harmless little mouth breathing out crisp pillows of air;
the icy swing of the pendulum as it
chimes its goodbye and hello.
The cold winter night-
far from warmth;
far from light.
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