Ice Cold

The glass house shattered.
Fell to a million pieces.
The slivers of glass, ice cold
pierced my heart,
All,
not just a part.

There I lay bleeding.

The mist from his breath
Ice cold, hitting
the warm air,
clouding his eyes
as they stared at me
through the haze.
Hearing, not believing
these lies
Seeing, unmistakenly,
the hard stone glaze.

Afraid to again give my heart.

The slivers of glass,
Ice cold,
Pierced my heart,
All,
not just a part.