It happened

It was bound to occur

Being chipped away

Melting like icicles on a warming day

She wasn’t ready

It took her by surprise

It throbbed

It beat

Thawing

Tingling

Feeling quite alive

She needed some air, its shell was gone

Her feet granted her reprieve

Blood rushing upon being acquainted

with a new, foreign sensation

They call it love

Her brain said it was vulnerability