Frozen

We are frozen and empty with icicles clinging to our ribcages. Snow dances within our hearts and ice water pools in out veins. We feel not because we have numbed ourselves from the pain bearing down on us. We fear not for we have nothing left to lose but our lives, and even those have turned worthless. fragile from your words our souls stand nimbly, perched and waiting for the final shot that will shatter it. They have pushed and pulled at us, making our skin grow taunt and bruised from the effort. Our spines curve inward in our last attempts to defend, but we have long been broken. We are silver in our winter frost, holding tight to a fragile hope that the sun will shine and thaw our hearts. until then, we remain in our ways. Frozen.