She melts more than my heart.
My inner self, liquid, molten, warmed to the furthest edge of comfort. My skin, a thin cool shell, contrasting the heat inside. Blood no longer courses through its graduated paths. My heart, the only solid substance still within my shell. Beating, pounding, throbbing, causing everything to move within, all circulating, flowing, wave after wave. Bones melting, unable to stand, Collapsing...Read On