This section of my page will be devoted to things I've written..be it poetry, stories, or just thoughts of the day


She


The mirror reflects her face
 yet it does not show what she
 has become; fallen from grace
 a social butterfly returned to
 her cocoon. What- you ask?
 There is no reply.
 Silence covers the room


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Various utterances throbbing, pounding
 in my head - 
step..step..step
 the sound comes closer
what could it be?
 my eyes dart
only for them to rest upon the piercing blue...
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