Cold

It makes me cold.
Cold to the touch
and all the way to my core.

I'm not cold from the world.
The elements; the wind and rain;
Snow and ice.

These shivers, shakes and aches
come from a deeper place.
Deep inside me... I'm cold.

back behind my eyes
where the tears pool and slide
like ice down my face

As my legs tense up
the skin on my arm raised
my cheeks sticky with salt

I am cold.
not cold to the touch
but none the less I am cold.