A Scary Night 

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As I walked alone in the foreboding night

I could sense the presence of cold, and lost, wandering spirits

Their shrieks of agony echoed off the cobblestone pavement

I moved quickly weaving between the shadows of eerie silhouettes, making my way to the light

8-25-17

8:51 PM

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Eyes

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By Vera Robinson
11-29-16
11:42 PM

It’s A Seldom Thought

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It only happens on days that the clouds are grey and heavy, like today.

I miss the laughter, and smile, and that special twinkle in your eyes. Our love was so hot our footsteps were scorched into the floor, along with the dents from my red spikes.

I briefly reminisce; on a day like today. When its gloomy.

And it’s cold.

On a day like today

When…

I’m alone.

Waiting…

For the

Sun…

6:47 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Ice

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Temperature

…Drops…

Just above freezing

 …Condensation…

… Weeps…

.Knowing.

It will soon

..Be..

⁄Slivers of ice⁄

When I feel coldness in my heart

I think I might cry, but I become

Solid & Stronger!

4:43 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

Cold Cabin

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The floor began to creak in the early morning. It was musky, dark, and cold, despite the windows being closed. The wood burning stove cinders were red, which indicated there should be heat.

I walked briskly the crooked mirror tacked on the cracked wall. I was in search for warmth, which never soothed my aching bones.

My goal wasn’t to see my image in the wee hours of the morning. That would come later; much later.

I would throw wood on the stove, grab an old blanket, and sit to watch the flame burn, until the sunrise.

This became a reoccurring process. Time always seemed to elude me. I realized that somehow, the bitter chill that rattled my bones had a connection to the creaking in the floor. It wasn’t until tonight, I was eerily aware that the chill was emitting from me. It is I who also makes the floor-boards creak.

I am a ghost.

Have a  Boo-ti-ful day! 🙂

10:08 AM

Vera Robinson © 2014

A Crazy Mixture

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Cold

Calculating

Clean

Crisp

Covers

Calling

Can’t

Bed

Alone

Sofa Sleeping

Tonight…

11:14 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Already Missing It

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When the days are cold

And the nights

Are freezing

Will you miss the

Warmth of my body?

As I will yours

Being together is oh

So pleasing

To cuddle and touch

And share pillow talk

These are but a

Few things that I

Already know I will

Miss so much

I wish I could

Hibernate…

For the minds sake

10:25 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

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