Cold tendrils lick down
my spine
wrapping round
and round
flicking wisp
across my shoulders

you’re fading
you’re fading


you go

chilled to the core

wilting wit
old days are new
new left behind

scattering of senses

what was my next line?

About NB Gwen

That quirky mom with kids of varying species...
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