*On Defrost*

I’m sorry for breaking you…
The clock stopped going toc.
We stared at the big orange sign,
signifying the distance to the edge.
I was hurt and so were you
but after the end, I pulled through.
Now I’m hearing the riddim again,
and you’re still ice cold.

Poetry 101 Rehab: Thaw.


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