Frozen

At the beginning of fall
When the nights come faster
And the air stands frigid,
When all hope of summer is gone,
I freeze.
All fluid in my body hardens, and
I am a walking mound of ice,
Impervious to everything,
Unresponsive and intolerant.
I am not here, these days,
As I refuse to let go of
The idea of warmth.
I leave only a shell
Wearing blue lipstick
So that everyone can know
That I am frozen.