a sign of the past

The cold seeped into my toes,
Quickly, it devoured the warmth
In an instant, without hesitation.

To succumb to it was inevitable.
It made itself welcome
And settled in just fine.

The chill surged through me
I don’t have much time
Before it takes all of me.

When I become an ice sculpture
An embodiment of who I used to be
A sign of the past.

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