16 April 2012
Quaking with shhhivers,
All snuggled in bed.
Not sure if it's cooooold,
Or just in my head.
I pull the covers up hiigh.
Chhattering teeth to stop.
Thinking of hot places,
the cold comes out on top.
The iciness sets in,
The numb begins to fade.
Who knew death could be warm?
My body willingly obeyed.
Shhhivers • Opuss № I