contemplations

the cold has seeped down through my skin into my bones and even in the warmth I feel frigid

the clutches of society are making me question my body again and it makes me tired to think of trying to attain satisfaction

the burns on my hand from the iron sting but they look like fish swimming circular in a pond and I don't mind pain much

desperate for warmth to penetrate I am huddled beside the heater hoping for a warmth like his stare

the whole world is waiting for a wave but I shall sustain and watch

still