Cold in hues of shivers and chills hang above the unmade bed, Invisible tendrils of bitter seeping into the heavy air. Ice sheets strewn across the grey-white fjords of unkempt. In a slit between the unopened curtains, a brittle shard of light pierces through – And dust twirling like flurries of snowflakes in storms, drift … Continue reading The Room Is Cold
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*Don’t go too far*
Don’t stray too far White tears drop onto rose-white faces, into black lashes and as they melt they slide into tender blue eyes. White fur is wrapped around soft warm hands, around little fingers, and clasps around slender white wrists. White stars fly, play, and chase between sliver gold curls, Laughter bubbles from blue-red lips … Continue reading *Don’t go too far*
Alicia Jones Poetry 