Saturday, 12 October 2013

winters tongue

my breath crackles as it swells from my mouth, the sharp bite of ice on my toes; little frozen teeth nibbling away at my warmth. 
buried underneath layers of artificial skin, my skin pimples and gooses at the invading chill.

winter wraps its frozen fingers round my vulnerable and exposed flesh, it sticks to my cheeks and eyelids, sore and crisp, cracking my lips and licking my ears with a punishing tongue. 

i tip toe my way to my house, assaulted from all angles by bitterness.

- me

image source: adam custins

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