The cars pass

In a blur of carbon

I reach up and feel.

The icy daggers prick my fingers

I pluck an icicle

That froze on the stop sign.

I touch it my tongue to the tip

And bite.

My heart is frozen


Like the icicle itself had stabbed me

And stabbed

I can feel the cold spreading through my body

Through my throat

Streaming in my limbs

The ice in my mouth is melting

And my body sacrifices


A steady throbbing settles inside,

Like smoke, or drums, or rain.

Every nerve screams,

It can't take the cold,

But then they are silenced,

My body becomes numb.