Me as a slab of ice, as a chestnut and as a small, white pebble

I vanished. I am not here.
I used to be shiny, crystal-clear and strong.
I used to be stable, on top of water.
Now I am water.

I have an open layer on me. My skin is broken.
I feel open. I am brown. I am brighter inside.
I am dirty, or I was while I was frozen.
Then I got wet.
Now I am sitting here as me.
I will vanish.

I am bright, white. I am small. I am solid, strong.
I was sitting in wedges, all around mostly dark stones.
There is a few of us. I am a white dot. I was.
Now I am sitting on the floor, waiting.