ice house
cold weather is no innocent bystander
it stabs the heart like a gleaming ice pick
it peels back the skin like a fur trapper’s knife
it runs through the bones like liquid hydrogen
till steam comes out the nose
till fingers crack + bleed
till blood thickens + pools
till the house is empty at last.
The ice house by Rick Belden, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
