Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Heat Is Expensive

The cold is bitter,
Stealing my breath.
I walk miles to freeze,
My body becoming numb,
Pure torture.
I feel hopeless,
Like I might never
Feel again.
I sleep in a cocoon of ice,
Knowing that waking
Up is a dare.

12-7-09


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