Screw the Cold

The cold causes goosebumps on my skin to rise like dough in an oven
I crave the heat and in freezing times like these I dream of dipping my toes in the Tahoe lakes while the sun caresses me with it’s sun rays
But the cold hugs me without my consent
And it appears at all times of the day these days
Forcing me to wear what I don’t want
The sun never does that to me
The sun respects my skin
The sun turns me a bronze color and I glow beautifully
It never makes my skin look like chicken skin
Screw the cold

Angelica Flores

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