Night time whispers

Rarely did she cry. Haven’t seen the sun for weeks, she shed a tear or two. Lack of stars brought a temporary despair upon her little heart. They were a reflection of her soul. They comforted her having passed an unfruitful and meaningless day. They brought hope to the hopeless.

A night sky, an ocean of stars bathing comfortably in moon’s sharp light. The sky is black. Sea of blood embraces her, growing bigger and bigger each day spent, each breath taken. How long can she last for? How deep is the sea going to become? Will it entwine her body in a warm gloomy cocoon? Will she loose herself in its depths?


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