I turned my ribs into a fortress.
My jaw, clenched gates.
My eyes, pitch black windows.
Inside the fortress are the ruins of a once-thriving garden, now frozen and barren.
The cold sank into my gut and floated to my head.
I saw you approaching.
You parted the gates with ease.
You waltzed into the fortress like you owned it.
Then you did.
As you danced, I melted.
The walls cracked.
The gates opened.
I looked out the rose-colored windows, I could see everything I wanted.
Dancing like they owned the place.