Ice Shards
Yet again, her words pierced my mind like bullets. A feeling that I had befriended long before now. But back then, those were Ice shards that melted in my heart, making me forget the pain I felt when they harpooned deep in my chest in the first place. Ever held something so cold in your hand that the cold reached your heart? These shards, gave me the chills that shattered the warmth of my core, made my knees so weak that I had to take a seat. I thought I had forged myself for all contingencies. I bet, life gave me a smirk at that moment. What's more painful than an eternal winter with raining knives of ice from the dark heavens? "Hah ! Nothing !!". I stand corrected. In the greens of the Amazon, hunters use arrows of poison to end the life of their prey or for self-defense. Little frogs bearing the majestic colours of death on their backs. Ironic isn't it ? The bullets she launched at me didn’t only give me pain while puncturing, it continued inflicting the horribl...