Cold Feet

Day 2, Word: Corpse

Cold Feet

I’d like to be underwater.
I’ve never seen a jellyfish, people always find that hard to believe.
With the sea and the sky swapped for a while,
I could wear the stars on my sleeve.

Or maybe a nice, dense forest.
Somewhere with no one for miles, I’d smile up at the breeze.
We would all share a secret, the woods, you and me,
A no name, a Jane, a Doe, among the trees.

Other times I think I’m a Phoenix.
A sleeping princess just needing the kiss of a flame to unlock my true form.
And rise up in glory from my very own ashes,
Oh god it’d be great to be warm.

Or ice could be nice, I could go through life twice,
Cryogenics- think, me, a cyborg..!
A field, a dump, a warehouse, a swamp,
Just please, get me out of this morgue.