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Chilled to the Bone

Temperatures drop

By K.B. Silver Published 2 months ago 1 min read
Chilled to the Bone
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Surrounded by an aura of

Radiant star-warmed air

Giving off steam like wispy hairs

I can almost hear my solid, frozen bones

Sizzle and crack in the light of the morning sun

On this nearly winter morn

I am observably colder than

The November silence

Holding me hostage

A hoary frost patch starts to form

On an exposed portion of skin

Steadily growing

Crystalizing fabric and flesh alike

Gloves and coat offer no protection

Swaddling grown cold and stiff

Hardening my thin pink shell

Until I resemble nothing more than

A raspberry Sourpatch Kid

Pulled from the car cushions

And gleefully shattered by

A bored child on the cement

Swept away, on an icy wind

K.B. Silver

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K.B. Silver

K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

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  • Julie Lacksonen2 months ago

    I didn't realize I wasn't subscribed. I am now. This is yet another stunning poem by you! Keep them coming. 💜

  • Oooo, hoary is a new word for me. Loved your beautiful poem!

  • Caitlin Charlton2 months ago

    K B I like how steam was described as wispy hairs. Very easy to imagine. ❄️'Bones sizzle and crack in the light' it does give me a good sense of how cold it is and how it affects the bones. Colder than the November silence. Love the progression. ❄️Thin pink shell. Loved that 👌🏾 Raspberry sour patch kids was a playful but vivid representation. ❄️I like how the image of you disappeared, like it was being swept away on a icy wind. This was outstanding, vivid and highly effective in its flow and word choice. 🤗🖤❤️

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