A hot-tempered temperature chills frigid air.
Raging glaciers barrel through stiff ice,
Leaving nothing but bubbling, broiling water
in their wake.
Tiny specks of hurt and pain flutter across
a frozen globe.
These furious little flakes become a
Turning into icy-hot crystals of people’s irritation
That bombards land and water alike.
Yet, after the frostbite,
When the numbness subsides.
Bright buds bathe in iridescent moonlight,
Preparing for when spring arrives.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.