loud poetry from a quiet girl

fifty-fourth

I'm shaking,
my skin rough and bumpy.
I'm not cold.

you're back.
I can't do this,
not again.

you stare at me with your angry eyes.
I've done nothing,
you think otherwise.

you can't punch away the pain.

I can't feel the beating at all.
I can't feel anything.
I'm not cold anymore.
I can't be cold anymore.