The room is quiet,
save for the girl's breathing
It is dimly lit and
numbingly cold.
The girl's face is calm,
but a storm lies within her eyes
But instead of lightning,
it is flashes of life.
Tears and frowns
and smiles and nods
Expectant expressions
upon the faces of faceless people
Instead of thunder
she hears
cries and shouts
shuddering breaths
and meaningless words
Like rainwater,
tears drip down her face.
Trying to wash away
the storm
that she cannot escape.
