As the time slips away,
In the cold I freeze over,
Allowing myself not to breathe.

Shards of ice wedge themselves into my body,
Pinning my limbs to each other.

My skin is now so blue.
My blood no longer boiling,
My head is comfortable against the translucent blue.

As time goes by,
And seasons change,
The ice sees drops of rain, gusts of wind,
Tidal waves, but sun and its warmth dance away,
Before it has a chance to melt this deep freeze.

The wait for the warmth of the sun.
To prove the cold wrong.
To turn nothing into something
Or something into nothing.

Years pass before sunlights catches the shell that holds me.
It glistens so brightly as if it was telling me its time.
A few moments later the shards that bind Retract.
Opening wounds although no blood flows.
Months pass until the layers of ice are whittled down
To a mere membrane coating my body.
My vision repaired, my heart pumping, I can feel my hands and toes.

It takes another week until
The sun has melted all of the Ice off my back,
I stand and am able to walk but im bleeding.

My blood spills all over the ground and immediately disappears.
I fall weak and stumble, pale and torn.
Im able to crawl but it hurts,
I struggle to survive.
The warmth I craved now my enemy.

I give up,
The pain of carrying on too much.
The wounds from the ice, continue to bleed out,
And I fade away.
Im dyeing.
My eyes flutter between closed and open, sleepily.
The light was always my weakness,
How I wish I’d stayed in the cold.