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I stand frozen, with a fire burning inside. Unable to melt ice caps that build a hollowness of emotionless emotions.

I see you.

You’re screaming, as if trying to scare a bird from a burning tree. Trying to get it to understand. I see your lips moving, but there is no sound. Their breath coat the ice caps inside of me with warmth.

I can’t hear them; I can feel them.

Feel them like your lips, that kissed mine after you took from them demons like words I dared not speak. You’re growing tired of screaming, losing your voice.  Thinking it’s an echo, but that’s me, shouting back.