She sits alone
  if you was to walk in her room
It may seem silent
Yet her thoughts are voices
Echoing--
Only if walls could talk
As time tics away
Haunted by all of yesterday's
She remains still
Frozen--
Easily said to  -- "let it go"
Every tear shed
Waters a flower-- yet in still
It grows
Standing alone
Her flesh fades
To bones
She speaks aloud
A voice fallen upon deaf ears
She stands in a mirror
Just to see if she's still here.

Artwork by: Thiviyaa Sehasothy


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