Cold
Cold, so cold.
My skin freezes, clinging to bone.
It’s taut and stretched, pulling as if it might tear,
Leaving my knuckles almost visible.
Help!
My eyes drop, observing shaking knees
They tremble like that of a train on its tracks.
From feet to nose, flesh fades from ghostly purple
Slowly into a light ocean blue.
Numbness creeps into every inch of my body.
The chill charges, devouring all exposed skin in its icy path.
Help!
From afar, a figure walks near.
As it approaches, his features sharpen.
His skin is polished like luxurious stone,
And his hair is slightly swooped to the side,
Falling in perfect curls, which flows in a rich auburn.
Though his face is hideously twisted with hatred,
Reassurance rushes over me,
There’s a certain familiarity.
Surely he conceals the warmth inside.
Help me!
His head swivels on his neck,
As though it’s only loosely tethered to his body.
Confusion covers him as he tries to find the source of such desperate cries.
His face, though, only vaguely expresses concern.
Help me!
His gaze falls down to a heap of snow behind him.
He meets the stare of my dusty brown eyes.
Help me, please!
He kneels and grabs at my cold hand,
But is unable to fit his hand between the fragile gaps
Of my cold and stiff fingers.
He searches in the distant,
Realizing I am alone in the bitter cold
Please!
He looks at my eyes again, which are less saturated by the second.
“No”
Puzzled words escape from behind my chapped, bleeding lips.
“No, no, please don’t leave me. Please. I — Please.”
He drops my hand,
It sinks deep into the snow, creating a hollow thunk.
Such a poignant sound,
It lingers in my mind, running laps round and round.
The cold grappled at my lungs,
Overtaking the space and evicting the air.
As breath slips away from me, the pale stars’ light grows dim.
My eyes search frantically in the dark for any way out of this cold.
There is no hope.
I die ruminating on one thought:
I shall never know the cold of that man’s heart.
