When April Freezes

Image Credits: Max_Turbo, Prompt Hunt

"Half my skin remembers burning. The other half dreams of snow."

Rays hurl down icy spears—

Sweat droplets turn to crystalline tears, 

The weight of heat pressed against my skin

Numbs the nerve stirring within.

A furnace pulses—barely alive—

My tether to this body’s drive.

The asphalt simmers, cracked and scarred,

A path to kingdoms frozen and marred.

The gleam of grief beneath the rime,

A pyre of longing, aching, lost—

Reduces breath to cinder and grime,

Life splintered by its fragile crust.

If fire and ice went to battle

Across this chest where storms reside,

Would they burn me with their yearning

Or freeze me with a will unturning?

Would their cancelled-out union

At the bones' behest,

Melt away my skin in longing or

Fracture it beneath winter’s breath?

Would I stand between fire and frost,

Or crumble into both—undone and lost?