Writing 201: Poetry; Day Nine: Cold, Found Poetry, Epistrophe/Anaphora

Untitled Poem

(for now)

by Gertie

There is a chill in the air.

Easier to cover up arms full of scars.

No need to feel the urge to explain to those who don’t care.

Wish they didn’t judge cause they are the ones trying to get warm in bars.

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