my hands are cold
they never really used to be
I don't know what happened
maybe my body decided
enough
enough of this blistering warmth
Enough of the love and the heat and the blood
We are done with you
Who knows?
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
Poetrypoetry collection Trigger warnings Beautiful cover made by @_demi-wizard_ and @Adiemxs
