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Cold wraps around my bones like
Tendrils of ivy, ice seeping
Into my blood through the thin
Arterial walls.

I am crystallizing, hairs rising in
Defiance to the thrash of
Icy whips. Skeletal branches
jut out into the blackened

Night sky, limbs writhing in
A storm. Can you see their
Tortured faces?
I can.

My hands are white. Don't
Look down. Don't think about the way
Skull would crack in half,
Should you hit the concrete, and you would

Spill yourself out onto
the floor. Look up, instead,
and trace the delicate road back to sanity.
There are diamonds in the sky.