Posted by: bcc | 13 November, 2009

oxymoron

The walls are closing in;
and yet they’re not.
She feels like she’s drowning;
but she’s really not.
They come from the darkness,
these thoughts and emotions
that she’s gotten used to like
second skin;
but this time is different.
This time they come through light.
She can but scream in silence
knowing no one will hear.
No one will come.


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