Icy he was the favourite play thing of winter, abused by so many touched in inappropriate ways. Said to be pure but always ****** on in so many ways.
Parents dropped him from a height. Screams echoed from the heavens till he was broken in to fearful pieces below, his aguish was individual tears descending .
But he found no peace in the solitude of lingering white, as throw in jest upon all manners of objects till he either was silent or just broke regrettably apart.
Icy had feeling but all that was left after he was used, All a puddle of misused emotions that were more suited for a drain and he evaporated silentlyΒ away.