You know…I wasnt always the Ice Queen.
I was warm, feeling, maybe even happy. I lived in a world of summer days with happy animals. The grass was green and the skies were the bluest, filled with the whispiest cirrus clouds. I smiled genuinely at the public and poured love upon lovers.
…and now…I walk through gardens and leave a trail of broken concrete where healthy grass was. Flowers wither and turn black at my touch, consumed by frost. A never ending blizzard darkens the sky for a final time. Cute little bunnies turn into broken skeletons and mice turn into howling sharp fanged wolves. Predators are all thats left…and me. My frozen tears glisten on my cheeks. Brow in a permanent scowl. Lips twisted into the cruelest of smiles…content with the agony of those frozen to death in my wake. Keep your distance if you fear death…or dont.
All hail the Ice Queen.
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Feel yah sis, this is poetic! perhaps we can wander the world as we are… keeping people at arms length. Or my personal preference, turning them into popsicles and shattering the ice with a baseball bat. Ofcourse some people could be spared.
I suppose our lives are a lot like a seasonal cycle. We begin fresh in the spring, full of hope, we enjoy the warmth of the summer and revel in the sun, then in autumn we withdraw before ultimately turning to wintry ice. Some people can hold out til the next spring, but I don’t see the point.
Why fear death? Death is the only certainty.