Cold Caress

She is a journey,

Without a destination.

Internal malady,

Of silent self-destruction.

 

Tell her you love her,

Then lie and burn to waste.

Give her a reason to believe,

Just a little taste.

 

She is the ice that breaks under your feet,

Your fantasy she lives to please.

The tale that lurks in bondage underneath,

She is your vital remedy.

 

Tell her you love her,

In hopes that she might fall.

Give her a reason,

To fall for it all.

 

A call to the fires,

To fall and burn the ice.

Hearts remained broken,

Can’t heal more than thrice.

 

Snow White comes with frostbite,

She will break your heart.

Beauty comes in blind sight,

She planned it from the start.

Offering her shoulders,

For you to shed your tears.

Her shoulder is so cold,

You’ll get icicles on your ears.

 

She’s frozen,

She threw the dice so you’d get hurt.

She broke you,

But what was it all worth?

 

And she’s alone now.

Author's Note

About a woman who got tired of feeling pain and started inflicting it.

Reviews

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

I love this poem!!

It begins so evil as if it is the author playing the game, he is in control but the poem grips and twists you around to her being the heart breaker.

"Her shoulder is so cold,

You’ll get icicles on your ears."

Beautiful line - You kept the flow going and each verse interesting throughout wonderfully written I really enjoyed this!

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks. I so happy you enjoyed it. After all, that's all I ask.