throw me into the fire

it's not

cold, it's not winter or even

fall

yet,

and yet i shiver,

i'm freezing.

my hands

are blue, my feet.

i tremble

even in this warm

wind.

there's not enough sunlight

to warm me,

not enough

clothes to put on

to shake this chill

from my bones.

the blood in my veins

runs slow,

my heart

has turned

to ice. do me a favor,

please

throw me into the fire,

before

you go.