Hypothermia~
A day calypso turns to biting coldSuddenly rain came squalling slant sideways
Down ancient invisible sky spouts
Jumping on naked skinned necks like a pack of frothing wolves~
Quail, pheasant, peacock screams fill the shifting woodwork lattice screens
Frigid rivers pouring icy buckets of freezing blood bone shock
Numbed sentience succumbing to psychic hypothermia~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-10-13 at 00:26
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