.metal conducts heat.

and so, i sat there helplessly
on the floor
in the fetal position
face down.
my back half facing the fire
and my front falling victim
to each draft that flowed
gracefully through my window.
the palms of my feet, and that,
conducted heat like a spoon in a mug
while my hands, face,
and the contents of my chest
remained cold,
frozen.