awakening: NaPoWriMo #28

these are the days, wrapped in furs and silk luxurious as time,
i'm supposed to remember. they'll say remember? remember 
when we were young, and beautiful, when forever meant eternity?
the fields of flowers, the blue skies, the poetry and silent moments with 
the screaming voices of pain and agony awakening the dead inside us?
no, i want to forget how my heart grew numb, and let it thaw thaw thaw.