A forlorn shadow in the center of frozen sea.
A group of children watching with diseased smiles staining their faces.
Relentlessly they throw words at him;
Dark, spiteful words that burn his skin.
The girls huddled in rainbows and the boys wrapped in warmth;
Stomachs filled with christmas;
They play their game.
His skinny legs scatter on ice;
An awkward breath sticks in his throat;
Their words strangle him in crimson anguish;
Shrill laughter from the rainbow children splinter the water
and all of them watch safe in realms of ignorance as he sinks.
Jasmine, who cried when she stepped on an ant
Jake, who carried apples for his Grandma when her back ached;
Jason, who worked two jobs to help provide for his family;
Sarah, who baked cupcakes every time it was someone’s birthday;
All of them murders with hearts of snow;
A veneer of golden glaze concealing vile cold;
They weep and are comforted while he is left endlessly suffocated by their words.