the heating is clicking
not steady, without rhythm,
yellow skin against my bones
Mom is already complaining

the sun is warming a cold little body
keeping it from going numb,
I wish to have more control
but the thinking only works afterward

my brain goes white
out of all the colors,
water is my new best friend
until it consumes me
and makes me stop the thing forever

I can already taste the lust for extinction,
but the world seems to make it its own
pain out of unnecessary things,
surroundings are out of place and
my head is floating into the great dark