Both captive and captivating, she waits. Her eyes reaching out from behind the steel, longing for what once was. While the masses saunter past her, the sound of her infant calf grows faint and like the human idiomatic expressions of her kind, her memory serves her well. Perhaps too well, for it would be easier to forget than to long for what shall never be again.
Both captive and captivating, she waits. Her eyes reaching out from behind the steel, longing for what once was.
While the masses saunter past her, the sound of her infant calf grows faint and like the human idiomatic expressions of her kind, her memory serves her well.
Perhaps too well, for it would be easier to forget than to long for what shall never be again.