Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

cold shoulders

i drink my coffee
lukewarm, my tongue shy to the
touch of sharp, hot caffeine
burning against my throat
my fingertips cold against the keyboard,
trying to warm up some words
so that they won’t receive any cold shoulders,
will be listened to and heard
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: lukewarm 

9 Responses to “cold shoulders”

    • briannadawn

      Aw, thank you so much for reading and commenting. Yes, this is playing on how fickle emotions and words can be … they can run hot, cold, etc.



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