Iced

A cold face,

Buried in ice.

A simple chance of fate.

A roll of the dice.

Groaning and gasping,

Struggling out.

Retching and heaving,

Failing to shout.

Water beneath,

Clutches to Death,

Trying to steal,

Each and every last breath.

Blood races,

Icicles in veins,

The faster it freezes,

The harder he strains.

Movement…

Stops…

Heart Rate…

Drops…

Trapped,

And never spilled,

Icy veins burst,

When filled.

Red cannot seep,

Where no precious oxygen is able.

Shocking color floods the ice,

A Blue turn of the table.

-Yabou