Slowly, Kara descended the marbke stairs on her broken granite legs. Gravel fell from them and blood ink dripped steadily down.
She laughed emptily and glanced around her destroyed hall of fame. Everything was ruined. Her certificates and artworks all torn. Her trophies all broken. The earthquake was not stopping soon. The hall's doorway was blocked with demolished blocks of broken marble that had fallen from the ceiling.
"So this is what I have come to be have I?" she thought silently as she sat with her legs sprawled on the floor in pieces.
However, somewhere deep inside her blood pumped. It screamed at her to move and escape. To at least try. For once in her life, she did. The vibrations of the earthquake shook away the marble covering the exit.
A smile bloomed on her face but it disappeared as the marble landed on her instead. As she slowly dried out of her ink, a small pool of blood formed the outlined of a beating heart next to her.
Kara was, after all, a Living and not a Granite. She did have feelings. She was alive. Her heart beat with every word people said and all their words; they did harm.
She silently whispered with a blissful smile on her face,
"I am alive. I am human."
And then her eyes turned to stone.
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Poetrysmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
