March 26th, MMIII

Cold
Ice~Frozen~Melt Me

My lips tingle with heat infringing on the cold. I try futilely to warm my lips with my tongue but alas, I am but a reptile.

Ice whispers brush against my skin, flesh rising in response.

I sit here, strong-girl, fire-girl. . .broken and bound by ice chains of my own making. My own design. My own genius. . .

I'll never escape. . .

Not fire. And not strong. Just. . .me.

All things have flaws. The chains have flaws. They are ice. And ice melts. But~~~there is no one to melt them. Remember, I am a reptile. I make no body heat. Until I do (if ever) these chains will enslave me.

They go thicker as the years pass.

Before I was more fiery and I held off showing my imprisonment. Never. No one would know. But as the chains have grown stronger I have become more tired. I am on my knees, weariness flooding my face. Why fight it?

What may be ironic is that the one thing I have been fighting might melt these chains away. Maybe. More people who know so more people to help me, right? Maybe. Maybe more people to hurt me. No. Scratch that. No one would consciously hurt me. It would require some feeling for me on their part. Who knows. Warmth is too much to ask. Always too much to ask for me.

I'll sleep again. And maybe these chains will form a cocoon around me, blocking out the world. These chains will be my defense against it all.

Frostbite.

Pneumonia.

Well. . .I never said that defenses didn't have their drawbacks.

Afterwhile in a cold cold world, warmth seems but a dream. And sometimes our dreams aren't what's best for us. . .


. . .Or maybe someone will revive me from my ice~ice sleep.