Stone Sangria

You.

Consider this.

Sangria and Stone. Blood and Marble. Dramatic contrast.

The creation of a free spirit? Not really. Speculation is rife.

In love? Hmmmm.

Committed? Who?  Not really.

Wedded? This one? Really?

Remained unwed? Really!

Rendered unsuitable. Now. Officially.

Smiles a lot? What’s cooking?

Enthusiastic?  Must be on steroids.

Thoughtful? Maybe suicidal. Rubs palms gleefully What’s up, you poor thing?

Pays attention to self? Snob. Disgusting vanity…

Doesn’t give a #%@^ about anything. What the @&^*!

Wants to live? Try getting one first!

Content with this life? What life?

Answers all questions. Must be lying…

Politely declines. Getting ahead of ourselves, now, aren’t we?

Agreeable, to a fault. Desperately seeking approval. Uh huh.

An aloof stance. Oooh!  The audacity.

tbh-You are a spectacle, like it or not.

Might as well get on the loop

Even mount yourself on a platform at the museum.

Don’t have an armour? Bleed!

Turned to stone? Wait.

There’s a spot that has freshly calcified.

Scanning target. Fresh petrification sighted. Aim. Shoot.

Rivulets flow.  Akin to art.

Mission accomplished.

So satisfying!

Shame!

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Thank you Jade M. Wong, for the beautiful photograph.

A million thanks PJ for hosting the FFFAW challenge.