4 thoughts on “FRIGID

    • I suppose I met too many fridgid souls in my life, and found in me little but present echoes of their struggles. I wanted to laugh at this tragedy because I refuse to cry.
      Fridgid to any sensations deep or shallow, a touch, the lost caress over the brushed steel of the icebox.
      Their coldness is my loss because I can’t give them what would make them whole.


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