Insubstantial

by, Cassandra

The outline fades,
black to gray;
with edges blurred,
and lines smudged.

She stands alone
in a room so full,
as lies are told,
and pain unfolds.

Whispers slinking
through the air,
echoing louder
through the wind.

Windows shudder,
shake and shatter,
and she drifts away
as if nothing matters.