My fingers won’t move.
They are stiff with frost,
Tips turning blue and then deathly purple.
Threatening to rip them from
My flesh they were sown into by my creator.
Icicles hang from my eyelashes,
Each painful sweep of the eye
Has them digging deeper into my mind
Piercing the soft goo of my cornea
So that I am blinded by
Your words are like the ice
That has flung itself over my heart
In a blanket of pseudo warmth.
You smile but it does not reach your eyes.
Your eyes spiral with the pitch
Cold black that spirals in your blood
You plunge yourself into iceberg waters
Just to feel warm again.
I hope you stay there.
I hope you choke on the water as it freezes
In your throat.
I hope you open your eyes in that clear water
And realize that you are drowning in
The very ice that you decided to saw