Cubed

I am trapped in an ice cube needing to melt.
Yet, there are so many ways I can liquefy.
I didn’t prefer the heat, or the sun, or the flame. I preferred to be pulverized.
I wanted to blast with another cube and mash them up until we are like dripping fine silk threads wrapped around our broken hearts.
Only after the crushing blows and the heartache, did I think I could have just melted.

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