I wrote this poem today (funny because it is very hot here)
I was looking for your opinions or editing.
Here it is:
The last of the raindrops leave the clouds empty,
Seeping into your sweater.
The scaly hand freezes under the scaly arm.
A cement floor, drenched in the green light
That creeps though the old green window
We are the cold.
The yellow eyes shriek silently,
Burning your salty tears,
Freezing the acid in your stomach.
As the frosty doorknob creaks open,
A starving silhouette tenses up the muscles in your jaw.
The clouds turn grey once again,
The rain slapping down on the shiny pavement,
There to remind you,
We are the cold.
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