Cold Sweat


Silence consuming,
frail leaves are now blooming,
becoming the discomfort of the bottom of Autumn.
Undelivered shivers, lost and found,
in the tempo of sound.
December of memory,
left behind the current in my mind.
Snowflakes fall, never reaching the ground,
revealing the dead.
Buried times alive again.
Staring through the eyes of a stranger,
the angel enraged with anger.
A danger to the season,
an igloo to the heart,
frozen in emotion,
slowly shattering apart.

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