Poems from MilN

There's a chill in the air, or maybe it's in my skin.   A presence that lingers like a snake gliding across my palms   There's a knock. I...
How calm would you feel knowing I have lied? Would your eyes close in sweet surrender  or would your lips curve in a smile? I guess we'll...
There's something about an old dog. It might be in their soul. Those calming glowing orbs, So focused on your own.   There's something...
I am cold, skin stretched over bone to form a shape people will love. I am moldable, flexible enough to change, and faded enough to where...