She's defrosting

Hour by hour, Second by second, every day is one step closer, Each night we go to sleep, uncertain how much time we have left, Until the day comes, Until we hear it. An ear-peircing sound of thick glass shattering, Followed by a scream, Undescribible, how a screech can be so lovely, How something deafening can be so alluring You would panic and question what it is, But that is when you realize, That was not thick glass. No, no. That was ice. She has defrosted. We are doomed. (Yall better not make fun of me)