Numbing

Again about melancholia!I'm not really that unhappy a person!but you know.

I'm numbing,
Turning tips pink,
Frosting eyelashes,
The mounds of knees
Fall to the hot floors,
Like little avalanches.

From behind this monumental glaciar,
that glazes the skin,
I peer out at the glowing kitchens
At the rainbow folk,
Perplexed by their animations and delights,
I simply retreat to the warm stove,
Hoping for a heat,waiting for a thaw.