Cold Hot Chocolate

Can you see the rain falling?
Doesn’t the wind
chill you to the core?
I am transparent
and I shiver-
Waiting for blankets I won’t get,
Waiting for hands to keep mine warm.

Hot chocolate I poured for myself
instantly chills over
As I sit by the dying fire
Waiting to say words I can’t say
because of the chattering of my teeth
that stems from the cold inside of me.

Cold Hot Chocolate

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