by ashkara
nice images here.
And something for each sense.
I'd love to see it expanded a litte...to draw a clearer picture.
Good work
Cold pinpricks drilling
Through the layers of my skin.
I remember that feeling well.
(thermometer left at default and does not reflect my vote)
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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