Her state of being, transformed from bliss to ignorance. Her direction skewed into a sudden impasse. Once living and liberated, henceforth alive and acquiescent.
Her virtue is patience, her time is consequence. She lives not of solus, but exists solitarily. A cherished chattel, unperceived of her worth.
Her textile is distinctive, glossy and compressed. The hasps throughout her extremities are secured, affixed and bonded.
Encased in elastic.
Erased from existence.
Erotically enveloped.
Eternally enslaved.
