Stone Cold
By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: October 16, 2007
Updated: October 4, 2008

My body is so cold;
the shudder starts inside my head and
trembles through my inner self.

my eyes seem intent upon
the everyday scene before me,
yet, in reality they have turned inward
aware only of the internal petrifaction.

My ears remain alert,
I hope to catch the soft lub dub
of the final heartbeat;
I need to feel
the metamorphic moment
when the flesh becomes

In truth, somewhere deep
inside the dark cavern of my mind;
I realise that the moment will pass unrecognised,
there will be no action replay.