An organized claustrophobic clutter.
Her mind a puzzle unfit with pieces a mix.
The world is dangerous and feelings are poisonous.
The heart of the next still unknown, unfound.
A breath sharply taken, a world to escape in, she hides behind the glass. The world mistaken, she must hide her face in the dark again...
Forever dark. She fears all, yet all fear her. A world which entrapped in the clutter of the unknown. Without knowing how to react she covers herself in glass, her body shaken. She was mistaken and forgotten, forever alone in a world of tragedy; hers worse than all. A trap once set, she lives with regret, she may never go home.
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Clouded
Short StoryThere's so many thoughts and feelings for people who like to mistreat us and misuse us. These are those thoughts...
