Ice water flows through her veins,
Laced with slivers of ice that rip open the arteries
With every beat of her stone-cold heart,
The agony within brings her pleasure,
As she feeds upon the self-inflicted pain
That cuts deep into her tormented soul,
And it is the pain that causes her to smile.
Her face holds the undertones of death,
As her eyes from an unknown realm pierce my soul,
Lips of dry ice leave the kiss of death
That burns and leaves a scar that can never fade
And my tongue is frozen by her frosty breath,
As my words are sucked from my mouth,
Causing me to be forever silent in my torment.
Her touch chills me to the marrow of the bone,
As my body grows numb to her touch,
The only pain that can be felt now
Is when my heart beats partially frozen blood
Through my veins letting me know that I am alive,
And I know that I must endure this pain,
Until my heart is completely frozen, and I feel no more.
Your description is so horrifically real and vivid…
it chills to the bone in myriad ways…
I hope escape is possible…
Diana…🍃
Icily cutting and dramatic.
Ron