The hollow beast played itself to sleep. Unseen finger tips brushed at the white keys and soft song drifted through invisible pursed lips. The hollow church echoed the soft and sharp acoustics from the pewter, past the empty rows of chairs and whispered at the glass windows. Sound travelled from the floor on to the heavily painted ceiling, where the arched roof and paint angels observed the floor. Lasting shards of sun glinted through the cracked glass and refracted onto the floor, patterns danced like glittering fairies on the dirtied tile- disrupted briefly by a small, flitting creature which scurried in the building tailed by a blast of cool air. Fabrics rustled with the short breeze, shadowing the creature's wake. Bells jingled at the slight pull as scant hands fingered the appealing string they were attached to.
The door was pulled to and the creature fell upon stone stairs and under the dimpled watchers plastered on the ceiling. The monster's form heaved as she caught her breath as, despite having the mind of a mature and experienced woman, she had only the body of a petite girl. The disturbance of her body and soul made her feel hollow inside- conveyed in her pallid face as shimmering salty droplets trickled down her cheek and dribbled onto her uncovered knees. They were the tears of a human, the tears of the body she used to have- not her own… never her own.
She was a monster, and monsters couldn't weep. Yet she sat there on the stone steps of the aged church- fisted hands supporting her frail corpse, knees bent as if to pray- and she wept.