I broke one of her arms the other day
and tried to stick it back on.
It sits there drooping, ashamed to be around
all the other unbroken arms.
She is politely quiet and has not
complained yet but I can tell she is
sort of angry and frustrated and
probably in a good amount of pain.
She still looks beautiful, with good posture
and full, unending curves.
Photosynthesis makes her vibrant and brave;
her figure remains maimed while her spirit screams.