Sep 10, 2025
Icebound Intentions - By Geox
—a cold cup that promised clarity, then froze itself in place The glass was clear, the cubes were sharp,A frozen hymn, a brittle harp.You swore you’d sip, then set it down,And break the cycle without sound.But every clink, each crystal crack,Reminded you of turning back. The coffee cold, the flavor neat,A chill that settled in your seat.It spoke of plans you’d never keep,Of buried oaths and…