Creeping Coldness Drive (Braeden’s Writing Challenge #2)

Soaked in a frigid soliloquy

A bandage of icicles

around my fragment

and ruptured heart

Stuck in neutral in

Creeping Coldness Drive

like a drowning widow

Dangling a torch

above a mile away

from my frozen

barely pumping heart

Carrying winter chains

Gasping for air

Neon needles probing

to keep the remains alive

Please put the key

in the old ignition

and put it in drive

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