The Irony.

That infinitesimal minute between hot and cold, is a gateway to two different worlds. The first, is a world of scorching fire. A world of intense pain, that beholds the power of blistering the skin and consuming flesh entirely. Pain that makes even the strongest scream in agony. However, a tip in the other direction enters a world of dull, throbbing discomfort. Piercing temperatures that result in the clatter of teeth and numbness of all facial features. A chalky world of frigidness. Both are deadly, yet both are yearned for.

Copyright © by Aya Benotmane.



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