The blue in my hands

-Nolan Perito

The cold eating through my nerves.

Gray splotches at the angles of my palm.

Blue veins around the creases in my fingers,

splitting my calluses,

and lining my thumb.

Feeling floating from my fingertips

like fire through pine needles.

Thick red blood receding through

thick blue veins.

Blackened night and forest white.

Hell never seemed so cold.