Cold kitchen. <br />Colder day, <br />Coldest women lay in the living room, living without their kin. <br />Clear evening, <br />Clutching my hands, seems like clearer skin <br />Clearest hint in what they say. <br />Careful now, go slow and whisper low, <br />More careful than you could have been <br />You'll see the most careful being cared away. <br />Collective and care-free, <br />Counting my words, and you don't even see. <br />What a strange state I'm in; I'll just go. <br />Because home being thousands of miles away, how could you know? <br />Creeping away...Promised you'd stay. <br />Creative...Another inconsistency it seems. <br />So I guess that I am... <br />I'm living with these cold kitchen dreams.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-kitchen-dreams/
