Cold Scales Don't Care

The room's cold in only the way ceramic tile can be
Its chill creeps from my bare feet all the way up
Similar to frost etching sharp lines on the window
The silence is deafening as I pull off my clothes
Up, down, off and set neatly aside in memorized motions
Closing my eyes as I step on the frigid square
Taking even shivering breathes... in...out...in
Failing to get my ever panicky heart to be quieter
Yet its pounding deafening inside my red ears
I say a silent prayer to whoever listens to mine
Please, let the number be lower than it was yesterday
Please... Please, I'm trying so hard...so very hard
Open my eyes I see the number is the same as before