Cold.
It was cold today.
It is always cold.
Not outside
But in my soul.
I am the cold.
Frozen. Barren. Winter.
Waiting,
For icy glaciers
to warm up and melt away
All the pale parts of me.
Waiting
For little flowers
to sprout up and peek out
From my hungry bones.
I am cold.
I’m winter and waiting.
Longing for spring.
Longing for being.
In my frigid corpse.
-JustHayy