©1996 by Jennifer Honeycutt. May not be reproduced without permission.

like ice i hover,
waiting in blue koolaid.
i can hear the outside,
harshly muted;
the world as enemy
piles up against my skin.

i am firmly frozen,
though i plead relentlessly
like a child.

with my heart
cocooned in a cage
i try to forge ahead,
but i am running
through hollow steel,
feet heavy as ice.

i look back, timid,
my breath held in my hand,
tightly like a grasp.
i release it, watching
as it melts in the koolaid.

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