Cold

Cold Tearing through pores and holes Cold Steering conditions Uh!Fever I run and I run Seeking for warmth More than the umpteenth time Yet,it's cold The first layer fibrous and rough Sheaved under the guise of warmth The second and third Invokes hunger of want But,it's strength increased Ferociously it tore my navel My strength,my weakness lashed together in a second Gently I crawled into the bosom of warmth Soft hands hisses like fire Consumed my ravaged body