Here am I forsaken and alone
Seeking for solace from a cold stone.
I suck at it’s pap sweet milk of oblivion
Wanting an other
to do me
I’m a cold stone seeking heat from amongst the cold stones
I don’t stop despite the blisters that come from my shaking groans.
For a bit the pain feels like warmth
But soon fades and all I’m left with is the cold and the pain.
One day a whisper will creep into my mind.
I’ll distrust it at first because it’s unfamiliar
Because all the other whispers disagree
And tell me this whisper’s seductive chant is dangerous.
But eventually I’ll be forced to turn and listen
By the endless failures
By the ceaseless cold.
The whisper says:
Who told you you have to be warm?
exactly like all the shivers I’d shivered before
runs through me
except this time it’s different.