Coldness coiled tightly

Deeper than deep.

Shivering into vacant space

Lost on the edge

Wrapped in lies

Wrapped in truths.

What to do?

Warmth flees the body

Shards of ice

Poke, prod, tear.

Surrendering to it

This internal winter

Not an option.

The Soul’s a spirit

Willing to slip.

Can’t let it.

What to do?

Sleep

Sleep for now.