An End to Silent Screams
A worn out face stares through the fog,
forgotten voices fill her head.
The dripping of the constant rain,
diminishes the never ending pain.
Two dim lights finally appear,
around the jagged cliffs sharp curve,
squealing tires and high beams,
muffled by her silent screams.
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