the air is cool,
causing the skin on my exposed arms
to becomes a rough terrain;
stress deluges me
my eyes crystallize,
can’t see the landscapes or even my hand
in front of my face...
i’m swimming upstream
my ankles aluminiferous,
my feet are nailed to the earth:
forcing myself forward...
unsure if i can make it
deep breath chills,
gagging and constricting me:
i choke on my vitality...
and urgently exhale
my body is nothing but a living membrane;
everyone can see
cryogen runs through my veins,
and light refracts through me