And when the frost bite bit him,
it stung.
It latched on to his tongue,

razor sharp teeth digging into
the fleshy muscle.  Crawled
to the back of the mouth and in
one desperate swallow, fell down
into the pits of the digestive system where
the intestines did their best to burn it out.
But such a cold is freezing to the point of fire
and leaves the heat of the insides
steaming and then terminally frozen.

Such a timid shiver is now the bottomless cold
living inside him.
And when the frost bite bit him,
it liked the taste and never left.