I was the kind of bone-chilling cold that cannot be remedied by sweaters or heaters.
I was shaking for no reason,
I was a frozen heart and an iced over smile.
But I can feel the tugs of warmth on my heartstrings.
There is sunshine in my throat,
I can feel the heat melting the backs of my teeth.
I am sharp and I am crystal clear and I am free.
I am waiting for the darkness to fall so I can sit outside for the first time in a while and let the wind kiss my cheeks.
Maybe I will write again tonight.
Maybe I will just look at the stars and let their light sear pinpricks into my retinas.
Maybe I will roast my skin until the marrow drips from the hollows of my bones.
Maybe it’s time to stop being so achingly cold.
- Glacial thoughts will kill you from the inside out. (via poppyflowerpoetry)