Often cold
My skin crawls as if I were in a horror movie
But the monster will never let go until I'm inside
Safe
It won't hurt me even though it hurts me
Caught in it's icy grip
Sometimes I just have to silently endure
Shiver and chatter
But the monster can't **** me
Instead it's a reminder
I feel
Therefore I am alive
I hurt
So that I can feel the warmth of pleasure
But mostly
I Find solace in the words that spill from my mind
Onto my fingers
And into poems