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Frigid

She's a cold one

 

The kind of cold

that drives deeply

 

Frigid and

lingeringly painful

Invisible but tangible scars

 

She's a cold one who

never knows just what she does

but does it anyway

unknowingly cruel

 

With teeth that seek

and find the flesh,

wounds with depth

that never completely heal

that have a memory

 

Some wounds know where and

how to hurt you

again again again

never excruciating in

the same way

but unavoidably agonizing

 

She's a cold one who persists

who hopes the coat protects

who doesn't see the frostbite

who is an unwitting succubus

who poisons the soul with frost

who makes warmth

fade, dwindle, disappear

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surrationality
American
Published
Jan 5, 2014
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