The feelings go attached, in spite of the ice
all the strings behind the candid smile
all the strings behind the candid smile
frozen hands
forced to sleep with ice cubes between hands
…
Kind of easy, no bleeding
to feel again my hands
translucent ice cubes lingering
…
It is safer to stay aside
warm red liquid all over the hands, my hands
frozen hands
translucent ice cubicle head
…
Kind of playing, profuse bleeding
to feel the rush
almost imperceptibly invading up
There’s always time to move back
…
only half way, somewhat warm
frozen ingenous mind
red stains leaking out the ice cube head
