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Mar 2019
A wall stands before me where one didn’t stand before
Made of ice, it’s colder than anything I’ve ever known
There she is; she locked herself inside, and I don’t know why
But I can see, and feel, a silent gaze piercing from behind the glass
Somehow it burns through the ice, but it only grows colder
A warning to let her sleep, but for some reason I just can’t listen

It was only just yesterday she let me stand at her side
But now she just wants to stay isolated in ice,
And I can’t bare to just leave her here,
Not without understanding why.
By now the ice has grown so thick I can’t even see her inside

Panic sets in, festers, and I quickly lose my mind
Why did she enclose herself in such an icy isolation?
I need to know. I need to know. I need to know.
Did I do something wrong?
Is this even about me at all?
Can I do anything to help?
Why won’t she just tell me?
If you need me to go away, I will, but I need to hear it

“Please don’t just shut me out!” I scream, as I slam my fists against the ice
Did you even take just one moment to consider how cold this feels?
Do you even care?
Now, in a state void of all sound judgement, I start trying to chisel the ice away
Reaching for something, anything, to just know what’s going on
I couldn’t see inside; I couldn’t see how each stroke was hurting her even more
The ice is a part of her, you see, and I was striking at her very core
And the ice was only growing thicker

One final hit, and the wall explodes, shards of ice shattering everywhere
And there, finally, she stood before me,
Only it was a much darker version of the girl I had grown to know and love
Eyes glowing with fire and fury, her burning death glare now cursing every piece of my soul
I knew my mistake, but it was too late
She spoke, but instead of words, from her mouth she spat fire
A fire colder than ice, a fire that no longer seemed to care

After she felt she had enough, or maybe she just had already had too much
Back inside she went, into that isolating ice, and shut her eyes from the world, from me
But what she never saw was me, lying there frozen on the floor
A shard of ice piercing through my heart
It’s cold. So, so cold.
And as I lay dying, I watch the ice grow thicker, slowly expanding towards me
I lie here waiting to be encased and buried by her
I had a friend who I talk to nearly everyday just needed to take a few days to be alone, but instead of just asking me for some space she started ignoring me, to which I overreacted by spamming her with multiple texts a day to which she (rightfully so) got angry about. This is just the story I envisioned surrounding the situation
Written by
Jesse Holzinger
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