Turning
my body
naked
in ice cold bed sheets
while asking the hours for
time to postpone the warm up.
It brings my
skin to rest
my mind
highly flammable.
Surrounding silence
discontinued steadily by
the shivery metallic
sound of
a tapping wall clock.
A general feeling of well being
invades me.
A torso implores to cool down.
Limbs,
some searching
the entrance
others
finding the way out.
All lethargy has left my thoughts.
My mind runs at full swing while
my skin seeks for eternal chill.
Dead must be like this
frozen sheets melted with supercooled derm,
unrecorded sounds,
eternal muteness.
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