icicle suicide

Icy legs hang down
knowing how to escape this town
jump and fall shatter below
scattered like glass in the frozen snow
or wait until the warmth of the sun
slowly melts the legs and snow
into one
the jump would be loud
and painful and daring
the melt would be quiet
and unnoticed
no one caring
the thoughts in my head
a blender on crush
and then, too late
drip, drip drip
slush