Cold

A free verse of sorts

Photo Courtesy of the Author

I sink down into a sea of glass

and see my own face smiling with pointed teeth

I’m so cold

My limbs are heavy at my sides

They move on autopilot, guided by marionette strings of need

useless, I control nothing

I lie awake and stare above me

I watch the frozen void past the blanket of stars

It settles into my bones

My soul aches

I want to sleep for a thousand aeons

and wake up where it is warm