Every day is a blank canvas

ripe for the splatter of colors

verbal vomit fills the pages

better out than in 

 

The light shines on diamonds

as they fall on smiling faces

encompassed in cold

glittering memories are preserved

 

the ice beneath my feet ushers me through 

impermeable like the smiles 

under the cold we hold our sorrow

close to our hearts 

to spread the warmth

 

icicles like daggers shoot from their eyes

an attempt to pierce the soul

red pen on my canvas

 

Still the water trickes

down my throat, ice in my lungs

but fire burns from within

melting everything it touches