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194: When the World is Coming to an End

This morning New York froze over-

a sheet of ice blanketed the city,

reminding us what cold feels like.

Yesterday Russia invaded Ukraine-

a different kind of cold,

not the kind that you skate over,

the kind that ruins people’s lives.

And at the same time,

politicians in Texas

tried to suffocate and smother

the God image out of trans teens.

The temperatures dropped far below zero.

How many times a day does it feel like

the world is coming to an end?

Only when we lose touch

with the warmth that my blood

and your blood

have in common.

I have no need for ice in my veins.

Stay warm.

Don’t forget.

Stay warm.

Stay warm.

Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good

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