I Am So Cold

I am a vessel of glass,

Condensation softly freezing on my facets and corners.

The wind titters gently as it rubs past my razor thin edges.

I call feel the frigidity soaking through my crystalline layers,

Mingling with the warm air at my center.

As it cools, it contracts.

My flat surfaces begin to exhibit concavity

As I am pulled in towards myself.

Fingers of frost and ice tangle themselves in my glass-shard hair.

My center is a frost-bitten vacuum.

I reach out to touch you, but when my hand, brittle and cold,

Touches your hand, the warmth shatters it.

I stare uncomprehendingly at my glittering stump

As my body compresses, the cold fracturing me.

I am in pieces.

I am so cold.