Hypothermia

I am chilled
Ice has formed
In your space:
The gap left is
Hardening it
Cracks my  spine
From  within cold
Pressure pressing
Bone.

This brittle
Living
Makes  skin shatter
At a touch, the
Soul becomes hollowed
Scoured by frost.

Thus I break in
Two  clean pieces
From  such a heartless
Blow as you have struck
I am numb
And  out of luck -

Some  have died for less
But I don't know
How  to pick the pieces
Up, from  here you have
Left me bare and
Open to the freeze of
Winter's carelessness.

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