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feverish

by Emily Perkovich

     and i swore the snow was sand and it tore me apart and i lay crippled bleeding crimson and ice

into frozen beach craving the end and his skin burned the snow like the sunburn to my skin and

i saw him draped in black and i saw my feet scrape the sand and my hands rip the clothes from

him as he tore mine from my being and i saw our skin burning the beach steam rising and then i

remembered it was snow and i had only dreamt the fever after all

About the Author

Emily Perkovich is from the Chicago-land area. When she is not travelling she spends her free time with her family in the city.

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