Poetry Absurdity: Cold as Hell

There’s a place that will make you shiver. Burr.

No one is allowed to wear a jacket, that’s for damn sure.

Fire. No snow. Never logical—forever paradoxical.

Your last breath pays the price,

you’ll freeze between two realms…like hot ice.

Frigid antagonism.

Rigid paroxysm.

Volatile stasis foretell,

the weather will be cold as hell.

Author: FlyTrapMan

I have no idea what I'm doing.

8 thoughts

    1. The constellations change — winter constellations are relatively bright, especially compared to summer constellations. That’s the only thing I look forward to. Embrace the paradox!

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