OUT OF PLACEA Poem by levs8/11/16at first i cry when my coat comes off, skin contacts cold wind -- trying to hold off tears when the drift meets my shins, and it’s with fear that i step through the snow, my virgin mind whirring through flurries and curling my toes, to scream as loud as a human can scream while the sleet pelts down in icy sheets and even until my feet feel as though they want to be part of the freezing cold. while i trudge, i begrudgingly think: if this s**t is all i’ve got, maybe it’s not the ice that’s cold, maybe i’m just too hot.© 2017 levsAuthor's Note
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