Suffocation

Altitude, no air.

By C. N. C. HarrisPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Image by Souvick Ghosh from Pixabay

Bitter wheezing winds,

Summit screaming, not breathing,

Frozen rocks crumble.

nature poetry

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C. N. C. Harris

Writer, artist, teacher. Thirties, hurties and surviving. Quirky lady. I don't have a niche, I love writing thrillers, romance, articles about mental health, poetry, whatever takes my fancy! Obsessed with taking photos of my dog/chinchilla.

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