this tentative ice
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 surface, I might as well be flying
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