allegory of cowardice.
She longs to tremble again
only enough to dream
knowing her fate is,
and will remain,
stone[bedrock].
She is the fantasy
of never daring to tempt[risk]
her immovable ending
in a world
where eternal romances
only live in books
—and no one outlives them.
Her story
is a clause of marble
in the throat of time,
signed before fantasy
had a name.
Always on the same page,
she reads the mirror
for what cannot be said:
the unwritten
between the lines.