It comes when it comes.
And it goes where it wants.
Haunting mind with images.
And soul with grave emotions.
Insisting that she move.
She wants to scream.
It can't be real.
It's too much like a dream.
She fears that they will
think she's gone insane.
Then tries to hide inside, within
the marrow of her bones.
It finds her there.
She stares beyond the real.
Listening as all the echoes
peal themselves into
her internet...

? Michaelette ?

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