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.
© 2016 abruvanamedsly
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