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

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