She was frigid, cold as ice.

Her soul was a cesspool

of devastation,

tortured by the betrayal of those

whose duty it was to nurture the innocent child.

She scoffed at love.

She used sex as a tool

to get what she wanted;

as a weapon to wound

those she hated;

as a shield against those

she feared; as a bribe

to gain the love she craved,

but could not accept.

And she feared herself most of all.

 And she hated herself most of all

 And she feared that she did not

deserve to be loved.

 © 1997 D.E. White
Artwork: "Multiplied By Ice" by Luis Royo
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