- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cold or Blade?
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Cold or Blade?
The cold,
like the blade,
slices through my skin.
It reaches deep within
the core,
where the dark frozen heart
tries to beat.
My pale blue skin,
a fragile dry membrane
stretched to impossible limits,
cracks under the strain.
Black blood seeps out
and I suck at it greedily.
It is cold.
It is so very cold…
Turn on the heater,
wrap me in a blanket,
give me warm milk,
give me the kiss of life…
I am dying of cold,
and no one can help me,
except for, perhaps, the blade.
