the long bony arm of it pointing and
the finger extended
get out go away
banishment.
changeable
cold is soothing
cold is calming
cold is numbing
cold is pain.
cold can make you forget
you have fingers and toes
you have feelings
you they anyone everyone ever existed.
cold.
i remember the long bony arm of it pointing and
the singular finger extended
get out go away
banishment.
all around were
the white shapes and shapelessness of ice and snow.
the endlessness of it.
the cool cold indecisiveness and decisiveness of it all.
no rest here.
no solace here.
no sleeping here.
move move move or die
and grow cold cold cold.
it is an ice cube
it is a snowbank
it is frozen, permanent yet impermanent
with heat the water melts then flows.
with memory it is the same
and brings back with it the cocoon
of cold cold cold and how it can feel so
much better to be encased, frozen
than to be warm wriggling and alive.
Written 11/11/11 Copyright Melissa A Howells all rights reserved by the Author
A germ of an idea. Copyright Meloo of Tilt-a-World.