there were no dreams, only freezing cold air

that has been the state of affairs in my hotel room
darkness sleek, a chilling reminder
sneaking in at my feet
the AC high, as the time speeds by
and here i am to say
hi
with frozen feet
hair unkempt
but spirit
never
bent

posted by Sara Hickman at 05:00 am
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