Today is one of those nights,
the cold ones.
When the hairs on your flesh are too anxious to settle
your spine
too charged, electrocuting,
when the sweat feels like sparkling water
as for the only heat leaves through your cornea
no warmth is enough,
even the thought of suns embrace feels rather numbing
as for the heaters have ice in their batteries
breathes, voices and silence, all are eerie,
your bones too rigid, your blood too solid,
and everything too weak,
its too hard to even hold on to your own body,
impossible to keep its every cell together
and they truly said,
You cannot burn a frozen heart.
-she breathed in the receiver, as he picked the call on the first ring.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
