By Adam Yun

I walk into the store

and feel a cold rush of

wind fly past me

My vision temporarily blinded

by the gleaming diamonds

that stood in front of me

Racks in my pocket

weighing me down

struggling to get out

I look down and I see

the crown shining with

incapacitating beauty from the watch

The ice sizzling on my wrist

dripping off me

feeling like a water faucet

The racks leave my pocket

and I leave the store

feeling like a new freezer