The heater's not working (and it won't).

its pale yellow paint cracks when i tap it.

eternity's vault marked by a crest of prisms

tiny icicles dripping diamond-like.

My heart's not working right.

waves of salt bathing it, just an organ in the ocean

afraid to stray too far from sanity,

afraid to have no regrets. White sky

with grey snow and the black ice ocean provides

a nice chill environment, preserving tissue.

niceties only facetious with otherworldly intentions

Neon and Krypton, iron and magnesium,

hydrogen-powered seeds in peril of belief.

Forever locked by cold.

Cresting salt waves and scientific

emotion-filled oxy-morons. Picking apart patchwork

inside me and shoving my fingers into the fire and

burning my fingerprints off in the flames

reflecting red in the black ice, melting, sinking.