A Thing of Beauty

I was an old woman who'd been caught by this evil artist and he painted gold all over my naked old woman body, turning me into a paralyzed sculpture. But there was ground glass and poison of some kind in the paint which gave it a bizarre sparkle and ground into my flesh, glass-studded tunnels for the poison to seep through and I could feel it severing my nerves, I could feel nerve endings breaking, fraying, veins splitting, it was agony and it seemed to last weeks. Until I died.