what is cold? cold is the icy touch of frost that haunts my skin and creeps up my neck. i recoil in fear. the feeling envelops me, turning me inside out and changing every cell of my being into stone. cold is hopelessness. knowing i can’t do anything to stop it. i shrivel into a ball, only warmed by my own body heat. but it’s not nearly enough. it makes my eyes water and it stings my nose. it numbs my lips and turns my eyes into coal. my little sticks for arms could snap in half at any second. cold is knowing that you are alone. i’m rocking back and forth, back and forth, pretending i’m in a creaky rocking chair next to a fire with someone to hold me. i would rather burn to a crisp, have my fingers crumble, my teeth fall out and my saliva boil. anything but this. i want to shiver. to scream. but I can’t. because i’m only an icy block, frozen in time, waiting to be thawed by the warm touch of someone’s fingers.
writing in desc ^ hope you enjoy! so I tried this little exercise where I just closed my eyes and wrote whatever came to mind. I don't know what this kind of writing would be called. it's not a vignette or prose poetry, but maybe something in between. it's kind of bad I just wanted to get something down on paper thanks for reading <3 maybe this is just me being sick of summer and really wanting it to be fall i want pumpkin spice stuff so badly oml
