Skidding through the dark

There's no time to breathe. She doesn't want any.

She's scared if she has the time to breathe, she'll open her eyes, turn around, and run away yet again.For her its just a eerie song she's dancing to. One that's as pretty as its dark, even with her eyes open.

For a change the dark is comforting.Its a cocoon she's feeling her way through, more aware than when there was all light and she'd have the sun shining in her eyes, blinding her with obscure un-kept promises.

The dark is unfamiliar, cold but benign.



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