the empty hotel room
was as cold
as her heart
a chamber of
icicles as red
as the midnight sun
that never sets
frozen in time
like the insects
in an amber mausoleum
trapped in resin from
where there is no escape
for the insects
for the sun
for me
No escape
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The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner
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