Sonnet Lines + Form

We beg do not go out into the cold

stay here inside away from window drafts

sit still and watch the breeze outside go past

trust us that nothing waits out there, stay home

Your world is here away from the unknown

The window frosts from my breath on the glass

a draft grabs at my wrist tightly wound clasp

the truth we sear they yell is what we’ve shown

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Form is almost a nice distraction from trying to write from a place I know I should visit but don’t want to be. This sonnet is coming along, I’m excited for the last 6 lines, to write the twist and stage an escape.