children

i heard the words
but i couldn’t sense them
let the icicles drip
quietly
until it changes states
because
a matter of fact
it’s life was all to late
and it’s only thanks
was to a savior
the one that took the first lick
and tasted its tasteless flavor
and began jumping around
with a weapon in his hand
not realizing, immature,
that each jump
it was getting closer to land
puncturing open flesh
that was red from the cold
splitting the razor
into the bold
and his wide ass grin
turned into a defenseless cry
and the only thing the audience could
bare to do was stare at his
glassy-stained eyes
and as the blood froze to his cheek
and no one knew what to do
the icicle dripped dropped
into the snowy, barren, dunes