Flames singe dreams,

long put away

in an attic of

self-loathing.

Charred achievements

mean so little now.

Blackened secrets,

forever kept,

melt away,

rolling across the lonely floor.

Icy bullets

penetrate the hide.

Cold scars appear

on wounded emotions.

Forgotten memories

crystallize,

preserved in

the mind’s rainstorm.

Fire and ice

work together

on abused hearts.