ICE KING

Written by: Tara Andre

I am the ice king.
My heart and soul are chilled, fuzed
Into an ice spear.

The cold can't touch me.
I have forgotten the warmth
Of the human touch.

I am alone, lost.
Yet I search for my purpose
By waging a war.




Side Note: 
Fresh ice cubes can bite
When held tight in bare hands.
But the cold felt good.

--Tara Andre