Evermore Motionless and Alone.

She stands there motionless

Oblivious to the commotion and hysteria that is on the outside

It wont let her find her thoughts

She waits enthusiastically and impatiently for the impending silence to come


She opens her phone

And types “I Love You.”


She had no one to send it to


The afterglow was a thing of beauty

Some time passed before,

Everything was dead and grey

Everything that was beautiful had turn to dust


In the silence she can now see everything,

She has become one with the dead

But she was still evermore alone

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