Friday, October 03, 2008
Heat
His frosty breath covered the glass in crystalline splendor. Eyes, too cold to close, frozen open, staring at the deadly beauty that was creeping its way inside.
“Is this the end?” he wondered.
His pulse was leaden. He could feel his blood thickening. Long ago the feeling had already left his hands, his feet, his arms, his legs. His thoughts heavy with his own demise.
Then he felt…
What was it?
A feeling..
Feeling had left him hours ago, after his leg had snapped, after he had landed, after the glass around him had shattered.
But he felt.
The feeling had no point of origin, it simply was. Warm.