The Cold Surface

 

The Cold Surface

 

The cold surface is made out of small grains.

Grains from the North, South, East, and West.

Some how they find their way to a common ground.

They merge together to create a surface.

A surface gathered by various people.

 

The cold-surface is sculpted into ambiguous shapes.

Shapes that become the table you sit on.

Shapes that become countertops were children peek over

to see what mommy is chopping for dinner.

 

The Cold surface is cold.

It becomes a surface that is misinterpreted by most.

It doesn't freeze the warm human parts.

It burns.

 

It burns the human body like methane ice.

Quite deceiving when used for misuse.

Looks are deceiving.

Emotions are deceiving.

Look beyond the cold surface.

 

 

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