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// Living Corpse 
// Story: Autophobia 
// by Ice Star 
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She's beauty
She's grace
Her crown is gold
Her mane is all the colors of the rainbow
to distract you from Her face
Her face with hollow eyes
the imperial fire is gone

the moon is pock marked by anything but a sickness
the everfree sits in ruins
all because of Her
Her home is gone
Her sister too

She tells Herself over and over
all Her fault
home is in ruins
sister is banished
all Her fault

there are so many scars
and the worst are the ones none can see
She maintains the pretty smile
because
because
deep down
She did know what went wrong
the snow up north chilled Her too

the sun is cold
Her eyes are hollow
the small stone city where She stays
is more alive than She
who lay crying on the floor
until morning
all because
it was Her fault

hours later they say She's better
simply because Her crying stopped
Her eyes won't see anything but the moon
resting below the horizon
but She's so much colder
colder than snow
colder than space
She's as cold as death
She's beauty
She's grace