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HYPOTHERMIA

You say you've got a bad case of cold feet?
You go chill your heels then,
I respond in an icy voice.

Repentant, you act sweet
And saccharine falls on my ears
Like snow on hard city streets.

My tears mingle with the snow, turning
It into sleet, their passage churning
It into slush. They muddy it beneath their feet.

But I feel nothing, my heart: ice.
My thoughts stamp their feet as
My mind grows numb.

Sleep swiftly comes with false warmth.
Looking at you I see heat
Where there is none.