Cold
Freezing cold. A feeling sunk deeper than my skin. It clings on like a parasite and burrows under the physical, latching itself onto everything important to me. The things I smiled at are now wasteland, barren sheets of ice. The feeling radiates inside and blasts up my spine in bursts of cold. I shiver and curl, helpless to the consuming power of this cold. Nothing can save me, no blanket or clothes. No one can free me of its embrace. Consumed in the frost, I succumb to grief. My tears turn to ice before falling. Nothing can save me. I will die here. I am alone and I will die here, freezing until the cold and painful ending. Why suffer? Why attempt to endure it? Why cant it be over? How much longer now? I grasp at the distorted images I can hardly see. My mouth opened and I screamed but no sound left my lips, the air was frozen before it left my lungs. But death would not take me. This is my hell. I have to live like this. Unable to die, freezing to death alone. And then its gone. I open my eyes with tears rolling down my face. Alone and in pain, terrified of myself in the darkness. I cry until it becomes a hysterical laugh, rising into the darkness of night. There is no saving me from here.
