You are cold

The kind of cold that

Tears through your skin

Flies up your arms

And slams itself

Deep

In your

Heart

Slashing

it’s wild nails

At your bones

I scream at the top of my lungs, overcome with annoyance. I lift a flipper, and shove my brother splash into the icy water. Serves him right. That greedy guy would do anything for the last silverfish.

The storm has arrived;

It’s breath steals mine

And makes 

the wind shriek

The storm has arrived;

It smothers my warmth

And makes 

The fires die