Unraveling

The teacup is warm in the palm of my hands It gives me comfort while the rest of my body stays cold I shiver, I can’t feel no more but its good to not feel and then I remember that the teacup is warm in the palm of my hands Carefully wrapped One loop interwinding with another Tightly tied Beautiful bow, neatly primped A strand escapes I’m unraveling… © ~ Star Latty