A paradoxical name
For someone way too tame
To criticize;
A face schooled into a rock
With a mind under lock
To keep all to herself.
Quiet and distant,
She's the prey in every hunt
- unable to fight things off.
A ghostlike shadow in the room,
Seemingly made to mindlessly loom
Around. The joy in her's concealed.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
