***the Icecream Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

an icecream on the table
is untouched but melted
nobody wants it even in its
colorful state, they really hate it

i'm but an icecream
but no matter how much i possess
the rainbow and the star,
the moon and other constellations

in my life i already own it but
the sun will never come to have it
to embrace everything i possess
i'm just that poor melted icecream

on your table
you can't dare grab it
for even i'm not hot
you can't swallow me
i know you hate it.