POET

Ice Cold
By M. E. Wood

I cut your heart, bled your love dry,
Plagued upon your fears.
Mirrored in your eyes a fragment of sky.
I cut your heart, bled your love dry.
Frozen inside, I let you cry.
Dark clouds smothered your glossy tears.
I cut your heart, bled your love dry,
Plagued upon your fears.

*published in Sol Magazine / May 2003
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COMMENTS: This poet shows how easily emotions become intertwined in confusion. Brisk and succinct, the combination of brief repeating words work well to move this poem along.