I was wondering what a story titled Ice Cream truck was doing in the Horror category. I had a really ominous feeling when reading this and then sure enough... yikes. This poem flows very smoothly right until the intentionally abrupt cut off and the rhythm works very well. The are some great description in the poem particularly with the heat and the ending scene. I also like the description as the ice cream as "winter for my mouth".

There was one segment of this poem that cause a little bit of confusion as I was reading it through it due to ambiguity...

The sun beats on my tousled hair
As I run out to meet the truck
It turns my neck and ears to flame

For a second my mind went to the truck turning the character's neck and ears to flames. I had to reread the segment to realize the narrator was referring to the sun.

In any case great twisted poem and nice writing!

This was reviewed for "Ultimate Trinket Adventure [Mainland]" 

My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!" .