I found my death
On a popsicle stick
The ******* melted the lick

In the middle of throat
The cold froze my lips
That wooden handle
Was found on the floor of my wish

My brain froze
And my tags toe'd
My body's bagged gift

Ever since I became an adult
I was a kid
Born into a womb
The world would spin

Ice cream
But no one heard
What my voice did
I found my death
It was born in my last breath

I screamed
As the cold dripped
Everything I was looking for
Vanished

On a hot summer street
A melted popsicle
Puddled around stick

That wooden handle
Was the last thing I did