Words speak themselves
Without my consent
And I laugh and smile
As speeches spill
From my loosened lips
Days, weeks, months, years
Time means nothing to me here
There is naught but my voice
In a silence that cannot be empty
So I fill it with noise aplenty
Real and imaginary
Facts and fantasy
On & on & on & on & on & on &
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Inside the Asylum ✓
Short StoryA teenage girl murders her brother, forcing her into the local asylum. But what if she's not really crazy? One tragedy. One girl. Four white walls. Welcome to the Asylum. [a poetic short story] **Awards** 1st in Short Story - The Champ Easter Award...
