important notice

the statue

in the old forgotten town center behind a row of decaying houses, lies an overgrown garden. hidden behind a pond stands a figure made of stone. moss growing where once were tears, and flowers blooming on its crooked back. where now grows lichen time has claimed an arm. and the empty eye sockets cry water no more. instead a family of woodlice has found a home within. her features look imperfect as if made by novice hands. yet they look honest, as honest as the light casting shadows around her cracks. the words once carved in loving sorrow have grown unintelligible with time. none may ever know her name. even the old man stopped visiting long ago, he too now lies with the worms, deep beneath the ground. no one remembers her now if not for the flowers blooming around her feet