Burn

Tonight, I need someone.
I want to be comforted, held
in conversation, told I’m fine.
I shiver.

My bones snap;
splinter.
For a moment I feel the warmth
of what might be an embrace,
feel myself burn as I am
consumed by this feeling.

Still, I shiver.
Soon, all will be charcoal grey.

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