"the remnants of my frozen soul."
Tyler Loeslein 

I’m on a steady diet
of pills and powerade.
My tongue is tainted
with rusty blood
from cracked lips.
Ragged fingernails
nervously pick at each other,
making the fingers they belong to
tremble In embarrassment.
My feet tap, tap, tap
an erratic beat,
that matches my heart,
on its cocaine marathon.
My skin crawls,
sending shiver after shiver
up, then back down, my spine.
Or maybe I’m shivering,
because my bones are cold;
hollowed out so they can hold
the remnants of my frozen soul.

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