So it is silent and she is

Wondering what to do

who she is


Only the fan spins and

she hears

the telephone ring

down the hall

But the terror creeps up her throat

She can't breathe

And she hears laughing down the hall

And she looks around


She doesn't understand

how she is different

Why they are together and without


But it doesn't really matter

Cause she just rolls her eyes

and goes back to writing

So it must not matter to her either way

Otherwise she'd turn on her doom-metal

or confess to her cyber-journal

how lonely she is

But instead she just writes

then opens the window

gazes at the streets below

the sky above

And jumps.