Slick Breeze

on the spot

I am shivering, biting the air, breaking my teeth on shattered glass as it chips away at the slightest of touches

The night sky is inviting, but foolishly sashaying into something unknown

When I thought that the night sky would be capable enough to contain me and keep me warm, it doesn’t

I’m in my bed and I’m shivering with the covers drawn up tight around my neck

I think I’ll just close my eyes and die

Right now

Because it’s so cold, I think it’s just about the right condition to start freezing bodies just in case the zombies come back for us

I could sleep forever, my pores erect with the cold running through them

They dance, sinking deeper into my muscles

They go all the way into my bones, until even my marrow starts singing the songs of the dead

Nothing is ever enough, the cold seems to lick into my soul, to kick its way into my heart, trying to replace every single lover I’ve ever had

But the only thing

Is that I don’t want it to be my lover

I just want to be warm, and if I have to go in a flame for the cold to realize he was only a temporary thing, then I’d do it

The warm, burning fire is seething into my sanity

And I’m slowly going insane