my heart.

it beats until I think I will break through my chest, thumping my cooling blood. my color drains away as I freeze into place. my veins turn to ice as my mental stability slowly fades away.

here I am now, people poking and prodding at me with ice picks. cracks will appear, and I will hold them shut with my fingers. pieces fall away, and I carry the once lively pieces of me in my pockets. soon, I will shatter into an unfathomable amount of shards.

not even I, myself, will be able to pull myself together.