Fever

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Poetry

I run outside in the freezing rain

But this fever still burns inside.

I sweat and shake in the coldest air.

It is this captivating desire that holds me.

It is the chemical ecstacy in my blood.

I'm hot with rage and apathy.

Drown me in ice and all I will do is melt.

I tremble and writhe in this blazing torment.

All I want to do is touch the stars with my fingertips,

Ride across the cosmos

Alleviate my inferno.

Beneath my skin,

My fever rages on.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If you've read the novel, The Torn Skirt, you'll know why I wrote this.

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