blizzard rage (a haiku)

burning with cold fire

all the passion of blizzards
distilled in one glance

 

 

~

I was angry last night, because not for the first time some creepy guy followed me out of the train station and nudged me twice on the way. I hate it when strangers follow me and touch me to get my attention despite all of my attempts to signal disinterest. A cold fire in my heart.

And obviously I’m writing a lot of winter themed stuff at the moment. The next one or two will be about something different, I promise!

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