A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

Dissolution.

She screams

in horror

like the wicked witch

melting

away

all thanks to a well thrown bucket of water. 

But this is not water

and this is not melting. 

This is dissolution 

and the solvent is love. 

She struggles

against the inevitable. 

The forces holding her together

are slowly overcome 

and her protests are

LOUD. 

Her crystalline structure

is so strong;

she believed herself invincible. 

She did not change

under heat

under pressure;

she endured. 

But this love

gently surrounding her,

changing her,

piece by little piece,

this she had not expected. 

She did not consider herself

a problem

until she found herself within

the solution.