cold white silk

I was laying in a coffin with nothing on but a white smock. The moon was the only source of light.

I stood still and watched the river drag away a sock.

I braided my hair with tiny partings making time. I thought whoever had located me there would come back.

When the sun began to peek through the mountains I began to feel fear. I thought maybe, if i walked against the river i could find others. But the wheather was cold and the rocks were sharp. My feet were bare and the feeling of my testicles rubbing on my thighs was everything but nice. I wished someone would reach out to me and carry me home. They would dress me and hold me. And I wouldn't feel as alone as I was then.

I realized when the sun began to hide, that if i had been forgotten, then I was abandoned, then I was alone.

I pierced my naked feet step by step away from my birth coffin into a lavender field.

Found a town with barely any lights on. Still, I could almost sense the warmth of living others. I was exited.

Laughter interupted my creeping. A young woman had opened a door to hanging blankets.

I slithered away across a window. A child played with a fork. Gobbled in food and water.

With round rosy cheeks and wide pupils, he devoured a ducks life away.

He reminded me of a certain emptiness within my very own guts. The cold only a rock by the river could hold and the lack of such warm tones on my skin.

The thought of feeding wasn't part of my worries but rather I wondered, if my burning flesh could provide enough warmth that could reach my core.

Something in my chest revolved as if it wanted to crawl out of my throat, it was even more unpleasant than the cold. It was envy.

I walked away towards the street lamps.

A man rocked on a chair in a porch. Stared without interest. I approached him with the intention of wearing his flesh as a coat. He remained seated without changing direcion.

"Kind sir." I whispered to his face.

He startled. "Oh boy."

He leaned forward.

"Aren't you cold." he held on my arms as he pulled me inside.

"Very".

He dragged his fingers on his dinning table as he walked along

"Where do you come from." He asked.

I forgot, however, the thought pictured in my mind a ship.

I chased him around in that dimly litten house. Realized his toes would spread conquering more ground. He pulled blankets out of a rocking chair with furry cow print and threw them by the dying fire. I layed on top of them and tried to reach his cloudy eyes.

"A ship...is not where I come from, I have never stepped on one actually. I am very confused."

He raised his eyebrows. " Are you alone."

"Very."

A tiny orange cat rubbed the sides of it's belly on his ankles.

"Cilyth!" He yelled

"Is that it's name?"

"Why are you walking around half naked." He asked as he sat on a firm woodden chair by the dinning table.

"I was mugged." I said as a sipped on my saliva.

"By who? Im sure we can find such thief"

"Death"

"You are a very confused child" He stepped on his two feet and slowlly walked away into the dark.

"Very."I said as a chuckled. I found warmth in his company.