When I'm this cold
My knees and my scars turn purple.
My face, white.
I see honeycomb veins across my stomach when I lift my shirt. I let the bottom of my computer warm the chilledsmooth [marble] skin.
Soon, my fingers will move more painfully.
I will move more deliberately,
The whole world will slow down, conserving energy.
I'm gonna eat as much as I can in the next week or so
and then I will hibernate, probably.