Sitting naked on thy bed
Limbs collapsed within
Rocking with wretched sobs
From the deepest depth of being
The chill does not touch thy bare skin
But reaches down and encases thy heart with claws of ice

Lying naked in thy bed
Limbs curled in on each other
Sobs come harder still
Causing a dry wretch from deep within
The chill has reached thy bare skin
As I lie shaking trying to find warmth
In covers that no longer keep you warm
And no longer hold your scent

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Lesley Day grew up in a small town in Missouri. She started writing poetry at the age of fourteen, and discovered her passion. After graduating from homeschooling, she attended a local college, where she met her husband, Chris. She and Chris had two little girls within five years of marriage, before he tragically died at age twenty-seven. After navigating through the sudden loss of her husband, Lesley threw herself into her writing, while being a stay-at-home mother to her two young daughters. "Bareness" was written on one of the many sleepless nights after her husband's death.