Death And The Night.

• Colby Millward, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2010

I was standing there.
wrapped in my dripping wet towel,
it didn't provide much warmth,
I was shivering like being in the snow naked, my lips were ice blue, my teeth were chattering up and down, my knees were clapping like girls seeing Taylor lautner.
the wind was blowing rapidly on my skin I yearn for warmth death feels so cold and dark.