A corpse can warm your feet on the cold nights
cramming toes in between the ribcage
while the skull serves as a radiator
for frostbitten fingers,
it all just proves you shouldn't kill in the cold.
A contest entry
- Five Lines, No More, No Less. by Exodus.
925 points, ended December 19, 2007, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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*sigh* What can I ever say about your poetry that doesn't get repetitive after the fourth or fifth "wow"?
You have a style of writing that is malleable but not breakable, there is always that hint of you in each piece, and I love it
Thanks hun.

