Ice is what people slip on,
Cars crash on,
And animals die on
Ice is what makes you be able to walk
on water
Ice is unforgiving,
Haunting you.
Ice is like a cold, sharp knife
piercing your heart
Ice is the last thing you see
when it is too thin
Ice is what is between life or death
You plunge
or,
you keep yourself upright
and let the ice hold you
This is a weird poem, but why not