I feel the ice
Pressed against my skin
I feel the air compress
As my chest caves in
I hear myself
As I gasp for air
There is no one there
Nyx
I feel the ice
Pressed against my skin
I feel the air compress
As my chest caves in
I hear myself
As I gasp for air
There is no one there
Nyx
Nyx another amazing poem. One so short. Yet with so much power from the use of emotive words!
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Gripping! — masterfully done Nyx
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Thank you Emma ❤️
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You’re welcome ❤
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Wow! Dying in winter… I really love this one
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