chiaroscuro

 frost coats the surface of my emotion steadily falling snow dots the frozen water, lending it an air of mystery, intrigue, depth i see the fathomless abyss, the temptation despite the looming thalassophobia my fingers are pink with exposure, my mouth parts with damp heat every breath i gasp in sends spirals of snow into my veins i wish for oblivion,  wish for exhilaration there are metal blades on my feet, i wobble across the ice unsteady on my feet, knees knocking, breath stuttering i want to chip my teeth on the ice, i want to lick the frost and be immobilized i want ice to silver my tongue  black ice, reddened ice, the snow that dots my hair and tumbles around my huddled shoulders the other bank beckons  it's too tantalizing, the concept of opposites, foils, an ear reddened by blood and so i skate across the lake, feet pumping, eyes wide, fingers stretching  the ice quivers under my weight, water buckling and the sheets shuddering but from the way i'm shooting across the su