it’s not normal
this deep down cold
this frosted fragment of emotion I’m left with
after letting go
I should be hurt more and for longer
after how long I loved you
shouldn’t I?
love is supposed to fill you and
it’s loss should empty you
because that’s how things work
and only cold-hearted creatures carry on
unmelted by the burning of old bridges
unmoved by the sharp sting of sleet and hail
formed in the aftermath of their own
/de/con/struc/tion/
and yet here I am
still standing
cool calm and collected
forever the ice queen
ice queen [poem]
