In the empty hours of twilight…

In the emptiness of twilight beneath a storming sky,

Cold seeps beneath the covers in the bed where I lie. 

Creeps across my skin a constellation of alone,

the coldness comes. I calling making itself known.
Karen Hayward ©2016

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