Silent Treatment
Creeping stillness
the calm remains.
Sizzling embers
so unoriginal,
our forgotten fever
burns.
Holding court
over us,
Indescructible...
More so than we.
Poetry and fiction from inside the mind of a woman struggling to master her own mind. Is she sane? Depraved? Or does she alone see through the imperfection of our plastic populace?
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