I looked out past the inside of the closet of childhood possessions that had once compelled me. my body quivered with an overwhelming sense of power. almost as if danger was lurking somewhere past the broken playhouse dolls and roll around countable wooden blocks that still remained inside the harsh plastic package. I moved closer to the edge of the covered chair that just happened to be timeously rocking back and forth almost as if its pendulum and hour glass filled with sand had almost drifted apart and some how collided together releasing the potent ingredients. My dark black hair that was currently cascaded in a developed strand down the short edges of my still tattered night gown.
my feet drifted in a straight motion, my mortal form no longer in control. I paused. my soul now looking on past the dark scape that had conquered my empty abyss. a sharp increasing splinter of deep pain filled my legs once again. the door still locked, I thought climbing down the window would've been a good idea. I changed my mind once my heart shifted. blood still trickling down my wrists. I entered the closet.
my temple of a body regaining consciousness once. for I could no longer walk. I remained embodied but intact in some kind of astral plane...of darkness.
