It’s so cold.
I feel it so much.
My skin is so thin, it’s no protection at all, against anything.
My bones are thin too.
All of me is thin and cold and hurting.
The only thing strong about me is my green tiara and it’s made of metal so of course it is cold too.
It’s already broken, so I don’t think it can be hurt anymore.
The cold makes me sad.
I can’t sit on my cardboard box any longer.
I’m going to crawl into a dark place. I hope it will be warmer.
It has holes so the tears can run out.
Maybe if I stay there for long enough the weather will become warm and sunny again.
I long to sit on the warm sand and swim in the sea.