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f o s s i l i z e d

reworked this for my creative writing class to turn it into a narrative & it inspired my new username. let me know if you like this version better. (:

i have carved myself from rock, into your

perfect muse. silken limbs and curvatures.

anything to stun you, to be celestial for you.

indeed, i commanded your attention.

but what am i in a brilliant gallery?

you ogle at every painted lady,

portraits much softer and lovely,

and i am but a sanded boulder,

my edges still sharp and hazardous.

i should have known you were medusa.

should have known you would grow tired.

you have always been so indecisive,

and i have always been a bit foolish.

my god, i have turned myself to stone,

pining for someone far above the clouds,

to take to the air and leave me in the dust.

how could i disregard the cumulonimbus?

a perfectionist cannot be pleased by static,

and these marble limbs are too dense to fly.