Freewrite: The Girl Made of Stone

A Study in Equinoxes

Her eyes were a marbled sunrise

Set eternally downcast

Hair clung to her slick skin

Lightened in under the moon’s caress

They shoved her, but she did not wince

They jeered though she spoke no offence

She cried, though she made no tears

And he loved her for it

Though she smiled in her stone heart

Hair like a burial shroud

Thin as a spider’s tightrope cloud

He touched but her pulse wouldn’t jump to reach his fingers

And she turned away, though she did not move

A girl made of stone may love

Though she smiled not, nor spoke

And when he was gone

She did not weep

But she broke

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