Like ice refusing to melt..
I watch myself harden, leaving me stiff and devoid of
I sat there shivering from my own coldness.
Oh how I wanted to melt; to feel the flowing liquidity of emotions seep through my ice cold veins. But…
I was intimately entangled with the cold grip of fear.
Fear held me by the throat, cutting off my speech and my breath..
It gripped me.. Tighter, as the seconds slipped by.
I was losing speech, losing breath..
Before long, I wasn’t human. I wasn’t breathing. I was dead.
I was ice cold.
I was chilled to the bone.