please don't die

dead world

it's cold inside

your sleeves they're

wrapped around you as

your thighs shake

your fingers slender

and pale it's never enough we could

kick up a flame by dragging our teeth

against each other's necks

and the fire would implode on itself

borne away on the breath of the first

snow your tongue drew in the

sobbing empty winter

i hope you go to hell just so you know

how it feels to be warm