The Ice Pick
The ice pick pierces the heart,
sending a shudder through the spine
of your soul. It begins to melt slowly
down, until your whole body
becomes frozen in time.
then you realize that it wasn’t the ice pick
that was melting, rather it was your heart,
which turns into an icy river, flowing
through your veins, causing
your body to tremble, drowning
your hope in a raging current
of rampant emotion.
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