Somehow today
freezing in my soul
embraces not
the wanton warmth.
Will my body regain
its healthy heat
or will I until my
secure demise
encapsulate coldness
without a fight?
Unthawing ensures
my inner world
slowly linking it to
a standstill - chillingly
crispiness embodies
only one thought
a sad picture of
a woman giving up.
How many a lady
have experienced
that iciness -
to only discern
the gelidity in her?
Sleep - sleep - sleep.
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