the cold water, the ice
bath.
the freezing
dip in
the winter lake.
give me the chill
of the faucet
on a February day.
the icy plunge
in a barrel.
wake me up
from this doldrum
of grey.
run a chill up
my spine that makes
me scream,
that forces me to
be awake.
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