Ice Cold
Every day is a blank canvas
ripe for the splatter of colors
verbal vomit fills the pages
better out than in
The light shines on diamonds
as they fall on smiling faces
encompassed in cold
glittering memories are preserved
the ice beneath my feet ushers me through
impermeable like the smiles
under the cold we hold our sorrow
close to our hearts
to spread the warmth
icicles like daggers shoot from their eyes
an attempt to pierce the soul
red pen on my canvas
Still the water trickes
down my throat, ice in my lungs
but fire burns from within
melting everything it touches