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Christopher Haack
The Browning School
The Innocent Flower
Cold, her hand was frozen cold
I clutched it and felt the frostbite.
“Brr,” I heard her whisper. “Brr,
I feel especially chilly tonight.”
Ice gushes bitter through
The veins, freezing the entire body,
Just as a snake’s venom
Poisons noxiously and lethally.
She seemed sweet.
Her façade concealed by
A smile. She was striking
And sometimes offered a pleasing goodbye.
The innocent flower
Is assassinated by snow.
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For frost strangles its vivacious colors
Until only its dark roots remain to show.
Love can be so unsatisfying
In practice, for two hearts
Are cut cold in each denial.
Yet, most lovers know both parts.
Cold, my hand was frozen cold
I clutched it and felt the frostbite
“Brr,” I whispered to myself. “Brr,
She was especially cold tonight.”
