ice pill

He took a chill pill as directed. 
His fury froze splitting painfully,
instantly frostbitten insides as
his eyes and mind grew cold
as ice, and twice that cold. He
became like unto an ice sculpture,
except opaque with blood, with organs 
rimed inside with frost, and slightly
moving. Breathing. His skin still
warm. To each appearance human,
and no deception. Everyone eased
and breathed, as he grew implacably
courteous. None of them could tell
on the inside, teeth clicked in gears
grinding up to smooth whir, blades
were sharpening, everything
was ice.