Chill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Chill



The chill
It cut my face
Just as the razor
More than the razor
But blood
Remained inside the suffering.

At that rate
Suffering increased.

extravasations of blood
would do the trick
reduce sufferings and
reduce brilliance
but not eliminate
them

Monday, September 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,health,life,romance,uncertainty
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