Ice

Switch the calls, if you won’t listen. My words bite like alligators’ teeth; once one has a hold, it won’t let go. I’m a glass house with tinted windows, but your eyes find a way to see inside. This uniform has no marks, the scars hide underneath. Come home, warm this icy heart before I freeze to death.

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3 comments so far

  1. Michelle Johnson on

    Struggles of a relationship. Our words have strong connotations sometimes. But, if the relationship is right then they always come home. Well done. Have a nice night.

  2. Selma on

    WOW. Some people have that power, don’t they? They can see inside us no matter what. You have communicated so much in one paragraph. That takes skill. Loved the imagery of icy heart, glass houses and alligator teeth. Brilliant!

  3. LibraryGirl on

    I like the glass house with tinted windows.


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