Cold Blood in the Fiery Now

A chill ascends the back of my neck,

though the air around me is crackling, sending sparks,

to the heavens.

Though my core is hot, it’s blood runs cold.

 

Through the lens of my past,

I relate the regret I feel to then,

though now fearless, and bold,

I am a defenseless child inside.

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