Not Quite Lunch Poems 3 & 4

Darkness glistens
Like hot skin
Drawing me in
But touching my fingertips, feels cold
My hand snaps back
I rub my fingers with my thumb
Melting the frosty film between
Then dry them on my jeans
As I turn to run

Warm blankets and soft sweats
I don’t want to move
I want to stay
Pull the puffy down comforter to my neck
Listen to the icy wind
On the other side of my window
Close my eyes
And just stay

© Nichole Liza Q.

Written in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge
Not exactly written at lunchtime but kept to a limited time without overthinking.

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