Naked, afraid, transparently thin in the Norwegian cold,
she lets the man immortalize her awkwardness,
building her gray-pink form
one stroke at a time...
The doe-in-the-headlight eyes,
the thread-like limbs,
but the defensive crossed forearms
cannot hide the metamorphosis,
confusion replacing childish glee...
The shadow that hangs about her
is what she will become jaded and indistinct
from the routine blandness of this world.
(From a Painting by Edvard Munch)