She lays on the cold granite stairs,
Cold and dead as stone.
Beaten down,abused,violated
by life,itself.
Her blood is frozen,her breath halted.
She is hiding,but not out of fear.
She can't move,
the brazen body,her wounds..they hold her down.
She is so invisible,
Creases of time have turned into a lingering shilohette.
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