She sits alone
Stares at her hands
Tries to get comfortable on a chair with uneven legs.
the rain outside falls
steadily
quietly.
It drains will.
Blankets and muffles everything
but the thoughts in her head
Smashing against her eyeballs,
her eardrums,
her sinuses.
Trying to find an escape.
She stifles them. Keeps them banished.
Never will they see the world.
They revolt. Take bits and pieces of her.
Miniscule amounts of humanity. Soul.
murdered in retaliation.
The bodies never found.
She stares at her hands.
