StatueHer eyes are the places where summer died...dark and deep like bottomless pits.They say, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you...and she stares, without a glare...it's like looking back into oblivion.She is a puppet, a stringless marionette...porcelain doll with a painted face and the frozen smile.Her heart without a beat, died frozen in time, her eyes are full of cobwebs and dust...there's no tears,she never cried...She is a carving in a rock...ten thousands years old,statue of artist unknown, a figurine of alabaster stone...left to stand, bitten by a cold winds and time,she is alone, so utte