Icicles piercing my skin
Pinpricks covering every inch
Jack Frost tickling my side
Patterns of Lapis twirling around my head
Transparent pearls jumping and popping at my fingertips
My vision a vignette of the dark and fading night sky
My lungs a sharp-edged model of themselves
My limbs softening into the empty relaxation of absence
The tip of the cliff just outside my grasp
Every sense fighting back
Holding on just a little longer
The head pounding so loud it's quiet
Then I'm overtaken
And everything is clear