Cream blood

by | Jan 26, 2018 | Pilot Issue, Poetry

As the cold blinds the wits
As this, warm blooded,
This cold, flooded
This fool.
The wind
T-T-Tripped accross as
Each s-s-syllable frost-ed
And c-curled from shaking fits
At the tip, of his unfurled tongue.
From the sspit split between moisture and sspeach ripped from cool culture,
My warm caramel dripped, into cream.
The gale slapped my lips,
And bent me, cold,
F-F-Frigid, my blood boiled into cold steam,
As the cream bricked
Blinded, I softly sat
With cream blood.

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