She was the epitome of a Rick James lyric. “Cold as ice”.
The Girl Tender. Dead.
Deep freeze-D under circumstance and experience, disappointment and broke-N.
Plumped & melanated, her smooth bronze was merely an illusion, trickery for the world’s sake. Neglected suffocated blue-gray pale was the true state of her being.
No one knew The Girl Tender was dead. Not even she.
The deep freeze had subtly inched its way through the white tips of her soft nails…
Wiggled through the smallest pore
Expanded….like a copperhead’s mouth…injecting its icy poison…
Consuming her tender heart
Inch by painful inch.
She didn’t even notice. She was used to pain.
Numb.
Until….
He was FIRE.
A fragrant trail of violet and white lingered behind his every polished step.
Intense heat emanated from his decorated chest…and the edge of that elongated right eyelash.
It burned when he gazed at her. Yet she could not look away.
Drawn.
The Girl Tender. That dead hearted thing felt an odd sensation. A different type of pain.
Run!
From the fiery trail invading her path.
From the intense heat.
From the gaze.
From Him.
She wasn’t as swift as she used to be. Off guard she was.
Collision!!
The Girl Tender, ignorant of her deadened state, realized just how cold she was when her skin collided with his.
Time.
It took for her nerve endings to thaw,
For her blood to flow…for her to FEEL.
Cold. Dead. Heart…to Heart.
And then…she melted.