Cover with frost.

If it isn’t one,
It’s another.
My daughter. Mother.
Father? Brother?
Life an onslaught,
That never ends,
Until it does.
It’s why my stomach bends.
My heart pushed faster,
Too fast for it’s good.
On the outside, I stand here,
Solid.  Like wood.
Inside I quiver,
Inside I’m lost.
Inside I’m burning,
And so I cover with frost.