In honor of a-frozen-lake following me

((here’s my latest Jack Frost persona poem! I’m open to critique :) ))

Spider vein cracks breed heart attacks


I’m on thin ice

again, pumping adrenal

liquid like that of this

permafrost pool.


Treading frozen eggshells,

composure cracks in bare

foot tracks, fear compressing,

clotting every pore.


One step more, the grand

finale, my glacial stage gives

way for the bow – a tumble

into nature’s searing womb.


Numb consumes these phantom

limbs, clawing forth from my form,

vision blurring through cracks in

eyes, fading to black.