New Habitat

Her bare skin on the cold icy floor
The shock running through her nerves
The redden skin turning purple
She likes it
She’s feeling more than she has ever felt
The earth covering her in a blanket of snow
Shaking limbs but she is so snuggled
She can hardly consider it torture
Mother Nature singing her sweet whistles as the breeze flow
A new hair-do as the wind frizzes between the wind

She saw a glimpse of white frosty gold
How plain and boring this scene is but the feeling is like holding gold

But then her bare skinned turned into thick clothes
Her nerves were cut off and she didn’t get a warning
The purple skin turned into heated red simmer
She hates it
She’s feeling more than she has ever felt
The ground pulling her into the tunnels
For mother nature’s songs are gone, only silence and her cries
Shaking limbs and an overheated body
This is torture

Although it’s not, isn’t it?

For she has clothes to protect her bareness from the world
Her nerves are balanced and ready to feel
Her flesh back to a caramel color she forgot she had
She loves the patience of feelings getting thrown to her
Strong limbs and snuggled comfort
This is truly heaven
All provided by the arms who took her in