The Chill
A tentative chill
Born an instant ago
In the silent-laced fog
Surrounding the Girl
Surrounding her figure
As she waits in the Corner
As she waits 'till forever
Wanting, wanting to come out.
And the Chill, the young Chill,
Lightly skating her shoulders
Her bare, heaving shoulders
Of that strong, strong Girl
And it wavers, then seeps
Into cuts in her fingers
And sends slivers of shivers
With the faintest of whispers
When the Chill calls her name
When the Chill finds her heart
And thus - she is free
And thus - she is gone.
As she lies in her Corner
Lies 'till forever.
This poem is about:
Our world
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