The
ice permeates my bones.
Seeping
through all my pores.
Filling
every cell.
Until
it reaches my soul.
Enfolded
in a blanket of fur.
The
heat turned to 80.
Still
the ice finds it�s path.
Squeezing
through the microscopic crevice.
Your
loss has left within me.
The heating bill will be enormous this month.