LittleKitty
I stood in front of the council, shifting my weight from right to left. My clammy hands were clasped together, my thumbs silently circling each other. The council-people only stared, then whispered, then stared some more. Just tell me what my sentence is- I can take it.
The colors found their way into my skin. Piercing. Flowing. Dancing. The world took these colors, grasping all she could, and spread their beauty into the ground, soil, rivers, streams. Into the places that only the smallest creatures, the tiniest minds, could comprehend. And this spectrum of color absorbed any emotion that the Earth could offer.
The tears that poured from her eyes were ever present. The statue’s contorted, horrified face was forever sobbing, water forever pouring from her tired, sad eyes. Who had done this to her? Who wounded this woman to the point of perpetual tears?