anna (formerly titled home)
in the blank, dark silence,
it consumes me in its entirety.
a blanket of fear has long enveloped my body now.
it encompasses me wholly, taking all it can.
ripping the CMON SERIOUSLY WHY CANT I ENGLISH
a hand outstretches in waiting.
quiet, quiet, then all at once.
she calls out to me once more,
words which shouldn't make sense to my panic-addled brain,
but they do.
PUT MORE SOMETHING HERE, YOU
it's silent once more,
this time blissful, tranquil.
WORDS ARE HARD. WOW WORDS. WOOOOO.
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