She lived for the night, wrapped around herself, hidden away from their prying eyes. Time to come undone. No more room for disguises. Tears fall silently, dripping to the floor. Here, in solitude, where she can take no more. Breathe in. Breathe out. Getting no air. Searching for herself. Getting nowhere. Wrapped in the darkness, where safety is a lie. Hidden away.

Barely getting by.
© kristy ellison flake