Word of the Day Poem: Frigorific – causing or producing cold

Casket

In light of the news,
my open arms
here, swelling
like my breath
chilled, frigorific
waiting.

In receipt of my touch,
your breath
clean, insistent,
your arms
warm, unresistant,
your knees buckling
falling.

In the wake of weeping,
your eyes
red, unfocused,
our hands held
repurposed,
as we lead each other
away from her body.

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