Quick Transcription

there’s a warmth about her
but when he leaves she turns cold
right under her skin-
cold & numb
like plastered tombs.

by s./j. goldner

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Comments (5)

right under her skin, i see this well, , , , , , , , , , ,
Sus, I love this poem...I think I dated her once. I hope all is well. Aaron
this a poem with short words yet long imagery......well done
Brrr! Nice imagery in this piece. Good title too, it gives nothing away.
plastered tombs., , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , nice poem