| Night hangs in strands across her face. Silky, soft and comforting, engulfing her head partially, like the moon half way through its cycle; draped across her forehead; flicking into the blue lit stars which hover on the brink of the black oblivion with no known depth. These eyes are sheltered from the world by a flimsy but artistically created shield. They are framed by lumps of deathly coal, plucked from her face almost into extinction. Tears of hot flame fall from her eyes, carving deep destruction into her glacier cheeks, forming pathways and tunnels. Boiling candle wax flees from the routes of the fire, droplets landing onto blood washed poppies which glimmer in painful contrast to her ice white skin. As the fields of poppies separate, the ground opens to reveal dull bones etched with weariness, tainted in colour by pain, experience and yet most from ignorance. Within her mouth lives an ocean, in which millions of aquatic creatures survive, until suddenly, unknowingly they are crushed by the ignorance, grinded into powder and left, forgotten completely except by a few, who maybe knew its name. With each death the weariness is engrained more deeply, the pain stains the whiteness with its vile colour, poisoning the flesh in which they are embedded. The ignorance is, however, wiped clean for today, but tomorrow the scent and covering will be just a strong.
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