a curiosity

It’s cold

Under the warm duvet

I’m feeling thirsty, dehydrated even

I touch my own skin

But feel the boiling hot

Can the bone emanate cold?

A slight snigger as I thought of heat transfer

A blunt long stone

That was my heart

Felt as if a hand rubbed over it

Like sand paper smoothing the top

As it begins to thin slowly, smoothed more than it should

A fluctuating electric like blood pumped out of the heart

Felt all the way in the bones

To the very tip of my fingers

Can I move my fingers? Yes, the sudden current gone for now

Pushed back along the bone

I’m shivering

The temperature has dropped

A feeling of boredom

Like eating more than you should

How familiar it is

Yet how I’m fed up with it

I’m feeling tired

Sleepy even, though I’ve slept the day away

Darkness seem alluring now

I wonder how heaven might be?

How I wished to be saved!

Freed from what the body has to offer

Finally understanding fulfilment

And now I give in again

To that world of nothingness

A world I control

A world I dream away

As I let darkness consume me

Comforting me,

Once more