The bitter winter reverie set in
The frost nipped her pale skin-
She clawed and clawed until her fingernails bled.
These voices, their screaming...
inside of her head.
Was
So
Intense.
Pulsating, through her veins
A poison of love, and rage
She found solace when joint, yet a hollow hell when distance struck.
She had felt this way before.
Hollow.
Distant.
How could she breathe?
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