Sometimes,
I think that I'm
in a snowglobe,
shaking and
shivering away.
Feet are numb,
lips are blue,
and I'm frozen in place.
Then the pale giant's hands
come and
shake,
shake,
shake
me up.
Snowflakes fly and
little me shivers even more.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
