The coldness that burns
It’s the cold in my thoughts.
As I fell under the shameful tab of ‘The hurt.’

As white snow on the skin,
Hot it burns.
This coldness burns.
A slap on my face that felt cold,
Cold but later started to burn

This coldness burnt till it swelled my flesh
This coldness that led to a red skin tone color on my face
Yet the flashes of all these humans hit my face
I….
I don’t know if the light was trying to heal the coldness on my face.
Not then I knew this would end up in the screens.

I wore shame, I wore pain, and I wore humiliation.
Did I knew this cold would burn?
Did I knew this cold would silent my confidence?
Did I knew this cold would stay in my thoughts?
No,
Yes I didn’t know.

But this cold burns.
It burns to freeze my heart.