Day 5: “The Worth of Sense”

Poetry

numb to the cold by Hobson’s choice, frigid

thorns prick my spine with callous indifference.

unwavering chills to trail my course and

never to meet my own resistance.

in a singular case of awe and chance

may I feel the heat of another’s breath

but upon its farewell the pricks do deepen

and the fleeting warmth only swells perception.

Copyright © 2015 Maddy Stillman
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