Late night thoughts and a poem

[kiraly]

The trouble with being an introspective person is that sometimes the strangest memories from ages ago will resurface, and I'll worry away at them like a sore tooth. Something like this happened a week or so ago, which prompted me to jot a late night poem to get it out of my system. Today I looked at it again, cut some things out and moved other parts around, and decided to post it on the internet. It's...a little bitter, just a warning.

Ice Water

Nothing hurts
if no one can get in
frozen blood
brittle blue threads
stretching skin.

If you were right
If I were ice
your words
wouldn't hurt
anymore.