Cold and ice,
dreams boiling under skin
ready to fizzle into mist
exposed to winter air
golden kisses
barely warm enough
to feel, the sun.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Cold and ice,
dreams boiling under skin
ready to fizzle into mist
exposed to winter air
golden kisses
barely warm enough
to feel, the sun.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe for more poems!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina