Each of those were critters. It felt like a stop motion animation – is that what those are called? Gawd. My words are so simple and it takes a while for me to find the right one – or an interesting writerly one.
Imagine if the water, or all of the fluids in our bodies turned to ice like that – or brittle bones. Shards of glass swimming through our veins, adhering to the coldest parts of us.
What are my coldest parts? Well, my hands and feet are almost always cold – would glass shards form around my toes and ankles so I “crunched” when I walked? Would typing on the computer sound like I was breaking tiny chandeliers? Are there “metaphoric” cold spots held within my body?
Is there such thing as cold steam? If so, maybe parts of my heart would be leaking cold steam. Oh ya, liquid nitrogen – and the gas it produces when it comes into contact with air.
Liquid nitrogen pockets are held in portions of my abdomen, rib cage, liver, and probably other places – ones that process toxins – lymph nodes I guess.
Let’s imagine my lymph nodes as tiny chilled grapes of liquid nitrogen soothing my armpits and neck while I break tiny chandeliers on my keyboard and leave shards of glass as I walk.
The dinger didn’t go yet – I really tried to time that one. My back – low, mid, and upper – are aching, time to reposition.
where rivers are born 