Acceptance

Eyes that lie, glistening with the false sheen of too-rubbed stone grotesque silhouette, edge and bone. Heights to fly, doomed with jagged and flawed wings no favor owned, no gumption or neatness, bred or honed. Ragged with fear cursed to concern Too rattled to hear to cautious to learn Her brows, somehow, brooding but beguiling. To suffer her meekness is to be charmed alone.