Ice Bubble 

I live in an ice cube I’m alive before it freezes in that single frigid bubble of water in the middle. Nowhere to go but death frozen ice, the death of love life in water frozen solid.

Where will this small ice cube end up? In Nick’s Mali and pineapple drink while he chills out watching his Goth film, a cold drama of two people living together but each a million miles apart from the other, dead love. Love is dead as cold as the ice in his drink. Is their love the slowly freezing bubble of water in the middle of the ice cube almost snuffed out? No last chance here?