Held tight,
Grip not uplifting.
A gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun.
Her hands glide...
Silk, soft, and caring.
Sweetly caressing her own arm.
Her child had been unborn before her,
Taken alone across a sea of unknown.
Her eyes empty.
Still -- like an angel.
The garnished door of majesty shut tight.
Locked forever.
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