That cold chalk like marble freezes your bare skin.

The cold marble sucks up all the moisture around you.

How could something so dry hold something so wet

yet still dry?

It’s a long journey, from your eyes to the marble.

The marble stays dry

no matter what drowns it.

Everything that touches the cold

will be drained of whatever is held within.

You cannot choose what you want to give;

It only takes,

It takes it all.

All. 

All is drained, 

Rusting the metal that surrounds its hole.

All those thoughts,

Those things running around is stolen,

Drained,

Sucked,

Stollen 

Til you are nothing but the cold chalk like marble.

The noise is drained

Til it sounds the exact same as the marble.

The marble isn’t completely quiet;

It is cold.

It has its own noise,

Just like the cold it holds.

That’s the only thing the marble can hold

The cold.

The noise.

Nothing else can be held

Not even you.

The only way

Is to become just like the marble:

Chalk,

Cold,

Empty,

Nothing.