The ice breaks around you,
and you know, you’re sinking.

But really, you’re thinking:
“Hypothermia ain’t so bad,
judging by, the pain I’ve had.”

And so you sink.
Through the cold thin ice,
That tops your lake.
You shiver.
You shake.

And you are reminded,
of the coldness you hide.

Your frostbitten heart,
your icy interior-
they have welcomed,
January inside.