Cold (4/30)


The prompt over at NaPoWriMo for day four was to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.



Everything is frozen


in January


from the temperature


to memories which


form like jagged icicles


breaking and puncturing


the walls of a heart desperate


to remember the warmth


of happiness.




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