The girl bears herself on steps unheard,
floating above a decaying carpet of pine needles,
tolerating, sustaining, upholding -
beating fragile arms against attenuate air.
Unfeelingly inhaled
by rosy lips and shattered tongues
she falls gracefully forward -
spiraling into vacillating waters,
matching the faltering brilliance
with her own unsteady eye.
A paramour of solitude,
vision of black and white, framed eternally
pregnant with —
memorable only by —
her silence. |
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