if she was an appliance

if she was
an appliance.
i'd say she was
a refrigerator.
an ice box.
the old kind,
circa 1960.
the kind where
the ice
builds up on the inside
walls
and at some point
you have to defrost
it and chip
away the rock hard
ice with a butter knife.
yes.
that's the appliance
she'd be.
a pretty blue
but
cold on the outside,
and ever frostier
on the inside
when you opened the door
a little.
the white chilly light
giving you
nothing,
but an arctic heart
a bitter
breeze.