Image Junkyard 4, Week 2

In Pompeii, we round a corner away from the empty decadence of the baths, just after encountering our two corpses, wrapped in glass and the robes they were wearing that day that Vesuvius billowed its toxic smoke around their city. A woman in stone, a wire securing her to an ancient wall, blue, yellow, red paint behind her all blurring together. She wears her gray robe, the same color as her face, weathered, the very top of her head a smooth absence. Her cheekbones remain, two half moons on either side of her nose, missing. A strong chin turns upward, lips pressed thick.