The Misery Of Sleeping In A Cold Room
Nov 7 · 1 min read
Dead Poets Live prompt ‘Imagination and Observation’

Left in the Cold
Tucked up to the chin to combat the freeze
The chilled night air swoops to attack, searching
To infiltrate feathery loopholes
And solidify my congealing blood.
Warmth impressed by my neck and shoulders
On the pillow, traverses down my back
Under the dug trenches of each leg,
To the tepidness of my…


