So absurd. So heartless. Painful transition, frostbite
skin. Waiting for nothing. Frailness, trembling, and head
down. Cold skin, stale beauty illuminates. Fog from breath
flies with words into the air and freezes. Then falls to
the ground and shatters like glass. (Pick them up) with
hands so cold…Show me your passions and show me your pains,
open your skin and watch me crawl out again. Hands so cold.