Cold is the taste of your heart when it’s been locked up for too long.
Chisel it out, careful, careful
and throw it on the fire.
Don’t worry, it won’t burn.
Watch it thaw,
see the flame-hands nurse it back
squeezing out the poison haunting your veins.
Take it from them.
Firm grip now,
and push it back in place.
You’ll get used to it – it won’t always be heavy.