Arctic temperatures

did little to slow

the creature.

 

As the scientist became

thinner, weaker,

ematiciated,

the creature

seemed to grow, embolded.

With gloveless hands

the creature

whipped the dogs pulling the sled.

The creature’s

hideous eyes didn’t water

from the blistering cold.

The creature

leaned to the right

then left

guiding the sled

as much with weight

as with training.

Frostbite fled

the creature,

in fear of muscle tissue

and blood vessels.

 

Skinless,

the creature

peered over his shoulder

and saw his impending capture.

This ice, he thought,

this ice will save me.