Edges

The frozen edge of your love scrapes my skin.  I lick it, knowing my tongue will freeze to you. Immobilized, helpless and at your mercy I wait for the spring thaw, and hope for new growth.

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9 comments
  1. crubin said:

    Don’t we all know someone like that…

    • Janet said:

      Who doesn’t think of that kid in A Christmas Story when he sticks his tongue to the flag pole?

      • crubin said:

        Oh, him too! But I was thinking more along the lines of an icy person who’s hard to warm up to and takes a long time to thaw. 🙂

  2. Who Knows said:

    I like this and also love the concept of this site.

    • Janet said:

      I’m glad you like it. Thanks for dropping by. I know that you write Flash fiction so maybe you’ll try it this short one day!

  3. Jonesingafter40 said:

    Wow. Powerful 50 words. Thanks so much for visiting me today. Like the commenter above I think this is a cool concept for a blog.

    • Janet said:

      Thanks for coming by. I saw on your blog that you also like to write short fiction. It’s highly addictive, isn’t it?

  4. Hi Janet. I’m always amazed that you can say so much in so few words. This one makes me a little sad — I think of a person who is loving someone who is not loving them back or who is growing more distant, but hoping beyond hope that it will change soon…we’ve probably all been there to some degree.

  5. Evelyn said:

    the new ice is always so fragile…

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