Staying out of the kitchen because she can’t stand the heat.

                   Smart girl.

Playing in the dark basement because warm air rises.

                             Cold girl.

Walking close to God because Hell has no place for angels.

                                       Good girl.

Vacationing in frigid locations because the sun hibernates there.

                                             Frozen girl.

Painting with blues and grays because reds and oranges scorched her canvas.

                                                     Dreary girl.

Loving with a lukewarm heart because any hotter would ensure 3rd degree burns.

                                                 Heartbroken girl.

Living in Seattle because the constant rain puts out her flaming phobias.

                                         Parano­id girl.

Crying out every ice-cold tear because her fevered cheeks need relief.

                         Cleansed girl.

Writing every chilling detail of her fiery past because it’s therapeutic.

                Healed girl.

Giving up the fear of fire because the fear of not living scared her even more.

     Reborn woman.