Scenes from Ice

Cool moonlight casts through the window; this bed becomes a frozen tundra. We are each occupying a separate border land with all this empty space between us. It is too much for either of us to transverse; my hand will not dart out from under the covers to find yours. You have locked your wrists together over your heart and turned your back on me. The curve of your shoulder used to captivate me but now it only provokes me to silent sobbing as I choke down my feelings for you.

You once whispered to me all your sweet futures upon these sheets lying next to me night after night. Your voice was like a vision of deep blue warm pools washing over me in waves; gently lapping at my mind until I fell into quiet slumber in your arms. You held me tightly in the tepid midnight air murmuring melodically in my ear. My dreams turned to sugar at your voice as I drifted in and out of this warm room.

The stars have come out now and cast the room in chilly darkness. I can see your features as ice in arctic temperatures; my breath turning to crystals as it falls upon the pillow. Your form is now frozen in my pain; the whole world has become snow around me. I am caught here, trapped between this tower of ice and your anger. I have grown so very very cold and I fear nothing shall ever warm me again.

This tundra grows and stretches the distance between us. I can see you getting smaller as you pull away from me on this continental drift. The ice has finally reached your eyes and I know your heart has turned to a cold lump of meat and frozen tissue. It has lost its animation, its ability to move and beat, as you have lost your love for me. I have not changed for I am trapped here but you... even cast in ice, you have completely warped yourself into a state of inertia.

In this frozen wasteland, I turn my back on you and search for a spark to burn the fucking room down...