Ice (sequel to Savior)

Breath was snatched
Right out of me..
No longer did I feel
Thundering, pelting,
Piercing of freezing blades.

My eyes fluttered, faulted,
Transforming a crystal blue.
Thin pink flesh
grew cold, thick, smooth
Ice.

No longer blood pumping,
Beating, coursing within me,
For, I was no mere
Human
Anymore.

-Became water; ice,
Became cold winter storm.
Became fear; life,
Became death......
I was saved.