The wind wraps and surrounds,
cold and full of contempt for the cloth that covers my body and soul.
I pine for the warmth and comfort of your arms around me. Where have you been? My summer, my sunshine.
Breathless, my lungs burn as I try to take in your cold hearted words. Your eyes penetrating deep, as frostbite sets in my heart.
I can not speak, I am speechless. Not from lack of something to say, there is plenty I must tell you, yet I no longer feel that you care to listen. Your ears are blocked by glaciers anyways.
Where you always the ice queen? Was I nothing but a puddle you stepped in? An attempt at making me one of your frigid and invincible black ice spots for others to slip and fall on? Or, am I An inconvenience along the road to collecting all your precious possessions? The frozen pawns of others you slaughtered in your conquest to freeze the minds and hearts of all you devour.
Here is my ice pick, to chisel your frozen heart. The spring is here at last, and she is getting warmer to the idea of vanquishing you from my thoughts.


© Kinga77