My body shakes
I am an ice sickle
On the roof of a winter day

I am wet
Like the deep under
The ocean floor

Streams of red flow down
My body
Like the American flag

Quiet surrounds me
Like the sky
On a winter night

As tears flow
The taste of Saltwater
Taffy fills my mouth

I am dead
Hanging by a thread
Like the world who put me here.