Window
A clear rectangle is stuck in the wall.
There are white lines running across it
going up and down and left and right.
I tentatively reach out to touch it.
It’s icy against my skin
and my touch leaves a mark.
I push, but it doesn’t budge.
I fear that it’s stronger than I am,
so I pull hard against my enemy.
At last it gives in to me,
but it retaliates with a burst of cold
that throws me violently back.
I scream and it howls back at me.
I slam it to the ground, victoriously,
and its cold magic disappears into thin air.
