Cold
so cold
but sweat glides smoothly down my spine
lamp burns brightly above
Figures swirl
through vision
figures ice
softly landing on cold
stone
Visions past
blurring, greasy
mind buzzing
body shivering
cold
fall apart
White light
evil light
tearing
ripping flesh I did not know existed
creating scars
recreating damage
I was unaware of
They care not
I am their ice sculpture
[1997]
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