advice on freezing to death

treading upon

this thawed pond of life

i fall,

dig nails raw

to grasp some cold

remnant of a smile,

some distant

shattered memory,

some vice

of skin or smoke

which all so easily

depart me.

 

the trick is

to drown silently,

even as your heart beats

its selfish struggles

beneath a cage of ribs

even as your body seizes and numbs

in pathetic,

tired

acceptance

even as those you love

drift away from you

with reassurances as warm

as departing shells of ice.

 

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