Leaden Will

Oxidized silver leaves a sharp, metallic scent against the palms as they press into yielding lead. A jawline sets with the uncompromising hardness of cooling metal, resisting any further distortion from the weight of what has been lost. This stubbornness shifts the body into a tilted fulcrum of basalt, where every movement becomes an act of imposition upon the surrounding shale. Eventually, the tension eases into a quiet stillness, as if the self and the stone have finally found their common ground.