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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