The girl was treated cruelly. By fate, her family, even by the weather. Her feet bled from the stony paths; Her hair was torn at by the blackbirds. She went from house to house, looking for refudge. Not a single neighbor opened his door, and so one day the gave up speaking. She lived on the side of a mountain where everyday was snowy. She stood outside without a roof, without shelter; before long she was made of ice- Her flesh, her bones, her blood. She looked like a diamond; it was possible to spy her from a miles away. She was so beautiful now that everyone wanted her. People came to talk to her , but she wouldn't answer. Birds lit on her shoulder, but she didn't bother to chase them away. She didn't have to. If they took a single peck their beaks would break in half. Nothing could hurt her anymore. After a while she became invisible, Queen of ice. Silence was her language, and her heart had turned into a pale silver color. It was so hard nothing could shatter it...not even stones.
 Pandiecakes · Sat Oct 15, 2005 @ 08:14pm · 0 Comments |
