Maybe I’m Wrong

The blue light
washes over me and around,
noiselessly fizzing and flickering
in the real centre of me,
somewhere deep,
behind my teeth.

And the cold moves over my toes
and up my legs as the hairs bristle
and across my back, tracing out
the path of my spine, softly,
until it reaches my heart.

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