Shivers tingle the spine,
The desire to slip in, hidden,
Within your luminous expanse of agony,
Gnaws at my eyes.
I watch age-old magic glide through the torment,
As if rehearsing the practice of
Instilling cold terror in the
White masked souls already playing on thin ice.

Ache shares
the last mourning piece my body offers,
To keep your lies out of reach,
For my foreign heart tires of this,
Extending the final will to forbode the misfortune
Of watching two gleaming hounds,
Like us before dinner,
Pour in the stream of memories,
Replacing those baby corns
With sleek saliva tasted in the corners of gallows.

Ice smears the blood,
Captivated by the shrouded resilience,
So long hidden...
Spring like a lurching death force
Only broken pieces can gather.
And the freezing disaster then waits a little longer,
Enjoying to burn through the walls,
Only false trust can build.

The struggle ensues,
Your resolution strikes gold, father,
Under the docile night,
And my soul empties its contents,
Only true moments of
Betrayal,
Hopelessness,
Prayer,
May store forever.

By: Shaily.K

Footnote: There are majority of themes I've personified, for good reasons, I believe.

This works contains the harassment experienced by a daughter due to her father, and the way she remembers everything is poetic, like her childhood. The 'ice' I personify is for the fear which breaks her trust, and the rest is history, I hope.