Ice Vice Poem by Kalee Skriver
Ice Vice
Ice hands stretch their melting fingers
towards my chest,
Cold water running down my neck,
Covering my arms as it freezes again.
Within my armor of ice,
I am consumed by my vice.
My thoughts are racing,
I feel like I'm chasing a never-ending circle.
Break me free from this frozen prison,
I long to show the world how truly beautiful
My God has created me to be.
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5/5/2024 11:28:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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