Easy does it
slow
into the ice
I make myself known
every nerve in me tingles
blood rushing through
every appendage 
I forgot about
how alive I can feel
dunking myself into slow
cold
ice-cold
sitting only in the moment
letting every part of me freeze
letting the cold bury itself in my bones
giving it space to fester
so that the bad might die
letting all dead things finally meet their maker
an attempt to clean the slate
an attempt to start over
an attempt to freeze off
the cold
dead-cold
parts of me
that keep me sluggish
once all becomes warm again