Cold Turkey

There is a conflict between senses and perception where lines blur in feeling happiness and pain.
Perhaps its a glitch that needs to be corrected or a program that ought to be rewritten.

Is there really a difference between searing hot coffee and freezing ice cream stick?
Or the feeling of that dull, painful brain freeze and the likes of inhaled water in the sinus.

Little things like goose pimples from the cold air and the numbing of toes and fingers,
or the ones gotten from a warm breathe on the neck or them fluttering butterflies.

Keeping eyes closed with the wish of forgetting that pang of anger...
or that little bit of hope... or holding on to that fleeting gust of happiness...

But it always get washed away, slips through and blown over..
leaving a small tear in the unconscious each time and yet
I never tire of waiting...

for the next time i get burned, defrosted and cooked and eaten,
while the rest of me get tossed back in the freezer.

  ~mje Wednesday, February 3, 2010 at 9:03am