The Thaw

Hypothermia burns fast
But aches slow in the warmth
Love isn’t always love

Blisters heave in the light
Black skin bemoans the fog
Chaos is lost in them

I heal in front of stolen eyes
Souls frozen, afraid to die
Order slaughtered on the altar

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