Poetry

The temperature

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Drops as I turn cold from the lies dripping from your mouth.

And I try to shut you out and stay inside my warm bubble where I control what goes on around me.

You try again later to break through, but I can’t even look out at you without glaring at you so sharply you can feel the coldness slice right through you.

And only then do you walk away for good.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.