These winter days are bare and bleak; a coldness is seeping into me that I cannot escape. I can’t outrun the wind and so I hunker down, hibernating, cool flesh like sunbleached bone, warming slowly under snowy feathers, amidst the pillows and the quiet sounds I make in vain, one handed, scrambling to imagine, fighting to forget.


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17 thoughts on “Winter, Waiting”

  1. Marie writes “Gorgeous image. Love the simplicity of the image” and NOPANTSENDURANCE writes “Beautiful words and imagery”
    i agree with them both and write beautiful and sexy

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