by Mia Roberts

Created on: July 26, 2009

The day my chin

sliced open on the ice;

that day, i yearned to be numb.

My head was pounding,

my chin stinging

and like the child i was

i drifted into sleep

to nullify the cries of my screaming nerves.

But now?

now i crave the pain of that day

unable to recollect the feelings

in this icy chasm that was once my body

anything to pierce this

skin of indifference i have molded myself

to protect

to hide

to remain untouched.

I thought that to block the sentiments

would be to free myself

to become

inpenetrable, yet

the cold creeps inwards

freezes the core

and now i have become

not an older, more learned development of that sleeping child;

but the pool of blood left frozen on the ice

once full of life, now

as faded and forgotten

as the scar left on my face.

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