Saturday, January 14, 2012

Sweat Away the Frigid Days

She was enticed by the cold night.
Her hands began to tremble upon the brief warmth of the ice.
And the dew numbed her shell.
But flimsy fingertips would exhale a blistering hell.
I don't know what caused the pulsating heat.

Pebbles produced.

I began to follow the stop n' go roll of the beads down to her feet.
And once the sweltering drippity drops stopped.
She collected them all and made a new ice block.

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