Pink toenails keep Summer close
Even with a sore throat
Frozen shut
Struck dumb
Words fall short
And bounce up again
Borrowed coats hide the chill
Summer hides in a scent
Twisted together
Buried in cloth
You smell like memories
Half forgotten
Warm memories
Wrapped in cold secrets
How long ago you ask
I can't even answer
Frozen shut.
Tuesday 30 June 2015
Speechless: Day 34 #100daysofwriting
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