guilty warmth

today, i pull this blanket of dreams over my head. hiding. with fate clogging my eyelashes, and your breath tangled with mine, i am still choking on your words. the smoke from that blackened bridge tastes sharp, and the ruins are still smoldering. i can feel the heat, still warming my cheeks. but wonder why im not colder so far from the flames. my world is covered in ice. frigid. and under this blanket i am naked. the gas can lays, useless now, in the snow at my bare feet. why am i so numb to this cold? i pull my blanket closer, to feel it tight, secure around my shoulders. and wait for the one who will save me from myself.