Hands Cold.
Finally feel hard enough,
To protect my filtered soul.
Sins Told.
Surrounded by a little trust,
Enough to keep me sold.
The heatwaves pressed me down, sweating out my moral code.
The others watched or listened,
Breathing heavy but their judgement never showed.
Held on tight to warmth, let the thoughts pass as I rode.
Gripped so tight it burned,
Remembering the feeling and depth through the blankets I fold.
It was like pain of heat became enjoyment. Like, pain is normally bad, shouldn’t happen, so when my mind flipped that switch for sin, the pain didn’t matter either, and it felt just as good to enjoy a dog day...
