breath is short and shallow

heart has fallen into her gut

each inhale is a shivering

drag of quivering air

through lungs

made of steel bands

the night air

edged with the slightest

hint of crispness

pops foreboding

with each premature

fiery explosion

each wayward insect

pinging against the screen

drawn to her light

sizzles against her nerves

zapping strength from her source

she is chilled

but blankets cuddle


chill radiates

from the inside out



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