A stroll through campus, oh so
cautious, wrapped in three layers
and raised in the tropics. By Doe
Library, my woes are realized. Prayers
heeded only on the surface: I
begged for a warmth to guide me through
midterms, yet I could only sigh.
We got the clear skies, a bold blue,
yet I still shiver, my teeth
clenched or clattered. I am still
cold, but perhaps beneath,
the heart and skin are both chilled.
Treachery of Imageries 