You can shake her,
but she will never break.
You can cut her deep,
but I promise you she will not bleed.
For she is bloodless and cold,
indeed.
The moon shines on her no more.
The stars switch off as she walks through.
Even if it means turning
their entire constellations askew.
Her fingertips are black and blue.
Her tears sting as they dwindle onto the cracks
of oblivion.
The beats of her heart
stopped oh so long ago.
But still she remains,
with eyes of muted silver and gold.
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