Can you

hear

the night? The

soft sounds of

the

city, muffled by

the roar of nothing

in your ears?

Static fills your

vision as the

smell of

blood

hits the air,

telling you a story

you weren't

supposed to know.

On

top of the world,

she lies

barely

awake in

the

dawn of mourning,

she rises, her back

no longer on the

floor,

but somewhere

else entirely.