Toughest Room Poem by alex haywood

Without knowing you wandered
into the toughest room
in my mind
the icicles hanging from
the corners of my eyes
the tears frozen
by a stubborn courage
watching a mouth
biting empty air
the untruths sculpting you
into an ungainly statue
Persephone in the flesh
presiding over the death of sincerity.
In that cold and comforting room
I cut you away
using the the tongue
that kissed you yesterday
that way I won't get
sick at the sight of myself
on reflection
when the icicles have melted
and I see fire again