Sunday night.
The rains came again.
As cold as in biting slivers.
Drenched.
Garden arid once, drowning in one sweet afternoon.
It's a cold wrapped blanket of chill.

Dog cowers.
She has no desire to water the grass or the flowers.
Sat on the sofa.
Heating's back on.
Bumps of a million geese creep up my arms.

Emptiness is misery.
Coldness is so miserly.
It's cruel to feel this chill inside and out.
Makes me want to scream and shout.
My heart's so cold.
I've been destroyed.

Inside.
Outside.
Everywhere.
Do I care.
Hell, I do.
This cold.
It's eating me.
Making me blue.
I'm sick of it.
I think perhaps you are too!
Sweet friend.
Both so sick of the harshness of cold.
By ladylivvi1

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