The floors echoed with her thoughts
Thrashing, slipping
A thunder against the walls
Spinning webs of chaos
Ropes, heavy with her voice
A visible shrieking that was pulled forth from her mind
As she sat, eyes blank and cross-legged
Silent,
Alone in an emptied room
1 comment:
Forgive me. Its DIW where I am; and things are pretty busy here!
One is still listening.
-El Dorado
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