Cold Feet | Teen Ink

Cold Feet

March 11, 2019
By 0laska BRONZE, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
0laska BRONZE, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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My tundra—a frozen sea,

the frosty air ices my feet.

Imprisoned, in a mind cell.

I hunt for keys to set me free.

The gateway: warm sheets; an IV.

My feet are iced, I’m embraced.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called "Sijo".


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