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The Bite of the Cold

The ice has a way
Of freezing in your mind

Solidifying,

Lingering.

When you step outside, and you see your breath
The ice comes back
Weaving its frozen fingers
Through the annals of your memory.

When it thrashes your skin
And numbs your fingertips
The ice comes back
Reminding you of the mountains
Of the shivering and the stuttering
Of the cold steel in your hands and the wind biting your face.

Go now,
Back to where it’s warm.

But let the ice remain in the back corner of your mind
Let it be a reminder,
Of when misery bit you so.

About Luke Ryan

Luke Ryan is an author on the Freq who lives in upstate New York. He is a former Team Leader from 3rd Ranger Battalion, having served four deployments to Afghanistan. He grew up overseas, the son of foreign aid workers, and lived in Pakistan for nine years and Thailand for five. He has a degree in English Literature and loves to write on his own, having published a book and short story.

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susanh
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susanh

Brrr. That made me shiver, Luke! I’m sitting closer to my under-the-desk heater now!

georgehand
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Skillfully crafted, Lucas.
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Mic-Mac
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Mic-Mac

Excellent Luke. Being that cold is torture. Glad you made it back to the warm.

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