Tormenting Squeeze Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

Tormenting Squeeze



Squeezes
My hands
The cold

With
Hands
Invisible

Hard as iron
To produce
An agonising
pain

But
From the blaze
Of fire

Came the heat

It freed
My hands
By dissolving

The cold's
Hands.

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