Korinne Tuck Poet Free verse

The Taste Of Ice

I used to be a thing of 
beauty 
                         now I’m just this
hideous mess.

I reached my peak
my climax
this story of the year
                Is over
No more seasons, just calender months
Broken down into mud, sweat, showers and snowstorms 

I watched my magic
            slowly 
            but oh so suddenly 
fade away.
     completely . . 

                  d  i   s  a      p     p  e        a        r  .    .   .

gone 
down the rabbit hole.

Im late, I’m late
for a very important date!
too late 
Twas fate
I came tumbling in after 
                                 noon
           so soon
on or around
                      the full moon
in tune,
but without 
                               (rhythm. )

Every star eventually dies.

every vibration, every beat, every melody, every song
fades and finally 
     s   l     o    w     s  . ..
to its final rest 
     Its final pitch:
black. 

(back to where 
           it all
 b   e   
         g   
              a  
                    n).

now 
describe to me 
the taste 
of 
ice.

who knew nothing could taste so cold?

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