the cold is biting deep

the cold is biting deep with

and the light refracts through water

Falling quickly from the distant heavens

the absent heavens

or something like the heavens

staring with eyes

black like an insect

crawling up the skin

pouring out its morphine to numb my flesh

there is nothing to feel

other than what I choose to feel (nothing)

and I can't let this go

whether pain, or something else,

I'll never let it go

no matter how deep I am

in the freezing snow

this memory deep inside

flashes bright

it flashes bright until all I see

are beetle black eyes.