Birth of an Ice Queen

His words are like shards of glass

Shot with a spray gun right into her chest

It becomes a grisly, knobbled claw of hate and despair

Reaches in through the shreds of her pride and dignity

Clamps on her heart, squeezes

A dull heavy pressure

It’s hard to breathe

Graduates to a throbbing agonizing pain

The heart is crudely yanked out

Brushing past the tendons of commitment

The muscles of loyalty

The fat of history

The vessels of love

Dull eyes water

The fading organ is slammed to the ground

Stamped into pieces

Ice crackles

A slow veneer grows

Covers the gaping hole

Emotions glaze over

The gel is set

The ice queen is born.