Cold Hands, Warm Heart
My fingers are freezing despite
the searing hot blood
pumping through them
The cut steel
sharp against my skin
suddenly promises to bring that warmth out
even though it isn’t sharp enough
even though I never asked
even though I won’t invite it
to join me, to rend me, to open me
because I am already far too open
far too broken
too far gone
the searing hot blood
pumping through them
The cut steel
sharp against my skin
suddenly promises to bring that warmth out
even though it isn’t sharp enough
even though I never asked
even though I won’t invite it
to join me, to rend me, to open me
because I am already far too open
far too broken
too far gone
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