The Mortified

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It’s blistering cold and
Frost bitten gusts.
It rained throughout last night.

At negative twenty-two
Coffee instantly goes cold.
The streets are spit shined bright.

Walking becomes
A sort of dance.
They’re just trying to cross this street.

He slipped and
She fell.
Mortified in the ice and the sleet.





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RedheadAtHeart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 17, 2011 at 6:35 pm

Beautiful, Steph. Love it.

-Erika ;)

 
journalism.13 replied...
May 24, 2011 at 2:10 pm

thanks ericka! :D

 

 
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