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.