Thursday, 6 October 2011

Frozen

The waves hit the water
Hisssssssss
Fizz
Go
The hairs on my arm
feel crisp, as if they
Sizzle
in the sun,
baking under its touch.
The wind keeps blowing errant hairs
around my face
Tickling me.

I don't move.

I can't.

September 12, 2011

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