purple waters swallowed in icy mist
floating inside
a lost face in a wild jungle of imagination
surfacing only for gasps of putrid air
hot icicle rain hits the eyes
drowning words
washing memories
in stagant minds
evaporating tears
that trickle down pale faces
again lodging itself in dry throats
a litter of hicups from the past
stored to surface during simulated vicodin dreams