He said my eyes looked likeWinterEyes so cold they scaldedEyes that could hack awayLimbsWith FrostBiteEyes that could create thatTinglySleepyWarm feelingsThat sets in before HypoThermic deathA death, he said,That I will happily submit tooFor only in dyingAre we reborn
Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado