I feel her entwine between my toes, wrapping herself around my legs. Pushing up against my skin, she swiftly grabs my knees which shake from the intrusion. I shudder as she takes me in her embrace. I try to push her away but my body trembles with weakness. Her icy fingers stroke my face making my limbs become hardened mass, as my blood rushes to save me.
She is the cold, and I am the man who sleeps on the streets.
© Aisha Mirza 2014
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