Silence

She is our symbol of cold innocence.
Lonely and romantic.

Untouched.

She is the darkest of grays in a silver-lit dream,
Icy like metal, skin frozen and raw.

Her love is bound by a child's chastity,
Captive to the nightmare of perfection.

Then,

One day she breaks with the fire of a fierce archangel,
Jaded but still the purest of whites.

A paradox riddled with heartbreak.
Ruined and beautiful.

Untouched.