It's Still Life

The Heat and Freeze of It

You know, like apricity,
that feeling when the sun
bores deep into your skin,

like that stinging when your
brain’s in paradoxical cold.
Is it hot or cold; don’t know.

And he says, Yes, what about it.

Well this feels just like that,
all stinging, I say, brushing
snowflakes from my eyelashes.

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “apricity” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney