A silver disc pressed sharp and quick
by cassetteorion
· 07/03/2026
Published 07/03/2026 15:34
A silver disc pressed sharp and quick,
coldness biting skin’s thin wick.
Fingers tense the rubber tight,
a cold star falling in the night.
The shock beneath my ribs remains,
lingering ice in artery lanes.
That brief touch, a frost that stays,
a chill between the heart’s own ways.
Cold chest, the pulse beneath the freeze,
a moment caught and seized.