Next To You

By Erika MacNeil

NEXT TO YOU

Shivering, soaked 

darkness cloaks

Thunder quaking

cold limbs aching

Thighs pressed tight 

storm clouds bright 

Lightning flashes 

clings to lashes

Plastered hair

electric air

Slick skin drips

pale blue lips 

Tongue on teeth 

bitten cheek

Wind blown words

unheard

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Dancer by training, teacher by trade, writer on a whim. Erika is the librarian at Rogers PS in Newmarket. Her poetry has won local writing contests and been published in various periodicals such as Rice Paper and the Last Stanza. She is working on a chapbook of her poetry as well as a collection of flash fiction. 

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