Numb spreads through your veins.
Spreading like ice on the surface of a fast freezing lake.
You are becoming frozen, hypothermic.
Immobile like the mannequins in the shop windows.
Your fingers and toes tingle, and your throat is paralyzed.
Eyes transfixed by a hypnotist.
Glossy, like all the rest unmoving, empty behind the glaze.
Your head lulls to the side, a puppet done with the show.
Water beats at your shell, yelping yearning for your thoughts.
Your brain has flown away, back to its own fairy-tale, leaving your corpse behind.