A Cold Shoulder

Down cocoon,

pillow under her head,

another against her back;

cushioning against the harsh 

touch of a bare shoulder 

against cold plaster.

.

The release of hair

from the night braid’s captivity,

brings a small comfort, as it swings

across her shoulder blades

 – flicker of a cat’s tail,

soft.

.

And the

crows preen 

the dust of night 

from their breasts

as the mist descends, 

hovering over the dawn,

as close as breath on skin.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Bedroom

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