Your Eyes

This poem was inspired by Spike.  'Nuff said.

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Pools,

Clear Blue,

Frigid Ice,

Infinite depths,

Past the frozen depths,

Fire?

Or an illusion?

Drowning,

Can't move,

Can't breathe,

The frigid orbs hold me,

but as I sink

into their depths...

the fire consumes me,

and I burn.