And it had been years

She emerged pregnant with light, no longer a humble fixture beneath the heavy stones that had both trapped and comforted her

leaving indentations and chat logs on her soft difficult skin

And her Biography was told with her body

Her singed hair offering plumes of dusty chapters, written with the preferred tools of a Beautiful-Scary underground

Charcoal and Blood

Her story was inscribed unto the smooth wrinkled features of her face

In whispered languages with blurred origins