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A Cold Morning in January

by nenookaasi

A jackhammer smashing into concrete Flooding my ears My brain pulsates against bone A volcano is on the verge of eruption inside my chest. Snooze…exhaling fire Inhaling crisp air crystallizing my lungs Fog engulfs the place that used to be my bedroom Awake or dreaming? Warmth and comfort are now distant pictures Shattered from the tremor inside my head Smooth angelic touch of finger tips Slipping away into a riddle © 2013 Rachel Fairbanks
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