Bright red and gleaming,
the old scars tore open upon the events of last night.
Seizures shook my body as warmth had no effect on me.
I needed your warmth, not the artificial kind, not the one cured by blankets and body heat.
I was drowning in fear and anxiety,
Unable to breathe,
Unable to rid my chest of the excruciating ache.
I cried tears that soaked into my cheeks with a burn.
My heart was begging for your touch, for your solidity,
And it won't go away.