The Fibbers of Icicle Forest

They never told you that growing up would be so scary.

 

They said that life is like a rollercoaster

But they left out the part where the thrill is replaced by a foreboding chill

That seeps past growing goosebumps and through spidery skin,

That weaves through mellow muscles and temperate tendons

Only stopping when the marrow inside your brittle bones has frozen over.

 

A frozen over existence.

 

Each year is a degree,

The mercury falling in slow motion down the dial.

It’s hard to run a marathon or even a mile in a blizzard.

Flakes fill your eyes and burn your cheeks

And the overwhelming snow clings to your eyelashes,

Slashing away the innocence of childhood.

 

Once your thermometer reads 32 degrees,

Regardless of whether you sink to your knees and beg

Or cover your eyes and pretend that you’re still floating down the flowing river,

You will become they "

The Fibbers of Icicle Forest "

With tongues forever stuck to the ice

Telling the new yous thoughtless theme park analogies.