Their words are sharp and eyes are flittering;
Their thoughts are way beyond my influence.
Yet I am glass that needs no tempering;
And I am sharp enough to make them tense.
Now this is me: a…
Just another one of those things, they always say,
Of course things will have to be different.
Anything could change everything,
Intrusive thoughts and unwelcome messages,
This is the poison, and this is the fear.
Here comes a feeling; it draws ever-near.
This is the sound of laughter borne from pain;
Here comes the chill smell before the rain.
Silence sits still…
This is the path that was taken
Paved with cobblestone still breaking
Soon there the beast to awaken
Beckoning like inferno’s king
To what ends do these goals venture
What risks are there for…
It reminded her of a distant cloud of memories—the darkest times she had to go through. The nimbus of crystalline nature, rigid to all else beyond its own, came cackling back into view. The present…