Ice Dream

The spring in my step was sprung,

the cream in my coffee curdled,

the computer froze,

my pen ran dry,

suddenly the room turned frigid,

looking up I saw the ice queen had quietly entered the room,

her poison spreading like a fog

as she bared her teeth and smiled,

the grimace becomes her.

©annettealaine 2015

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