Killer Frost

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a first draft and will be revised later. 

Cold as ice

Heart stitched with a rusty needle and cheap thread that keeps unwinding

Emotions gone-

Heart ripped from the confides of a ribcage

Blood spewing as the flesh and skin tear

As an emotionless hand holds a beating heart

Pumping and pumping

While the hand starts to squeeze the beating muscle

And the grip tightens

And penetrates the heart

Squeezing and squeezing

The suffocating organ starts to gasp for air and begs its torturer for mercy

No longer wanting to feel emotion or human touch

One final squeeze and time stops-ice forms on a once beating life

The blood freezes and muscle starts to rot

A frozen escape for a broken heart