The Wax Effigy

Her sightless eyes
take in her surroundings.
Mutely she hears the murmur of voices.

Once she was famous,
an idol of the silver screen.
Now her soul is trapped
within a waxen carapace,
a bust in an antique shop.
Sic Transit Gloria.

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