Tis the season!
More than just Jack's nip,
his jagged maw stretches wide
and swallows you whole.
Ice encases branches,
the frozen air convinces
you you'll soon join them.
Layers deep, sweat begins,
trickling into a stream
threatening your warmth.
How many sweaters
equal one coat? How many
coats equal enough?
Cold creeping into
the edges of your being
hunching, clenching you.
(Prompt by me)
"Chasing the Wind" by Crusty Da Klown
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