By: Greg W Ruoff

And then there was cold-
blistering and indiscriminate-
even the smallest of my worlds have become prey to the deep freeze.
Sadly I do not seek warmth..
instead, I shed my skin leaving me colder.
The pain exists though I've settled into comfortably numb.
I seek refuge in the grey sky...
...and then I sleep-
deep I go into the place where the horror can't hurt me.
Here is the battlefield where my demons and I face off-
war by little war I dominate.
They can't touch me now...
another day victorious.
And so I wake to find another piece of the sun shining down on me*