Jan 2021
As it bears down,
Shrouding me in fear,
I feel it.
Piercing my skin,
Like a webwork of needles;
Igniting my nerves
And numbing my veins.
The weakened rays of sun
Fail to reflect the lingering web,
Or the spider lingering beyond.
Shrouding me in fear,
I feel it.
Piercing my skin,
Like a webwork of needles;
Igniting my nerves
And numbing my veins.
The weakened rays of sun
Fail to reflect the lingering web,
Or the spider lingering beyond.
Just a playful idea on how the cold feels. I say meh. I wanted to describe it more deeply. How the sunlight failed to show how cold it really is.
