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Shiver.

My fingers are aching from the cold again.
These fridid temperatures unforgiving,
bringing malace over our frostbitten conversations.

The harsh winters chill still carries your words.
Echoing through the mid February forest,
they pierce straight through the cage inside my chest.

I look down to the place you tried to make home.
Hallow and icy now, as I've been crowned heartless.
Nothing left but this shiver that's been crawling down my spine.

Written by CeeCee-Elaine

(xPaper Flowersx)

Published 15th Feb 2021 | Edited 26th Apr 2022

Author's Note

-40C in Canada feels less cold than your words.

#boyfriend #emptiness #heartbroken #love #lover

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Re. Shiver.

Anonymous

- Edited 15th Feb 2021 8:30pm

15th Feb 2021 3:34pm

A searing, poignant and honest starkness that leaves me almost feeling that cold (and I'm in FL!) down my own spine....
You resonate deeply, as I'm sure most can identify with the brutal brevity of this metaphor...
I appreciate your bravery in sharing
🌹
xo

Re. Shiver.

Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)

15th Feb 2021 8:27pm

I echo Blue's magnificent comment about the poignancy of this piece. I am writing now with frigid digits, it's -6 c, here in Texas, we're not built for this kind of cold. It's a perfect setting to read your piece. The sadness and grief conveyed by your words is palpable and so well accentuated buy the element of cold. As one who loves talk, small of big, this passage touched me deeply,
"bringing malice over our frostbitten conversations."
Bravado Cee Cee!