Poems from MilN
There's a chill in the air,
or maybe it's in my skin.
A presence that lingers
like a snake gliding across my palms
There's a knock.
I...
How calm would you feel knowing I have lied?
Would your eyes close in sweet surrender
or would your lips curve in a smile?
I guess we'll...
There's something about an old dog.
It might be in their soul.
Those calming glowing orbs,
So focused on your own.
There's something...
I am cold,
skin stretched over bone to form a shape people will love.
I am moldable,
flexible enough to change,
and faded enough to where...