Hell Isn't Hot

Hell Isn't Hot

A Poem by Brianna

Winds bitter fingers slash against naked skin

Water hardens down eager throats

Frost devours sitting limbs

Darkness clouds longing eyes

© 2015 Brianna


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it may not be hot, but it seems like a pretty dire place to be

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Added on October 14, 2015
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Brianna
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I'm 18 years old, My names Bri, I have no idea what else to write here. I enjoy cats more..

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