Strangled.

Predictions never penetrate unwilling ears.

Broken words carry through hidden cracks beneath the surface.

She strains for the whisper of free knowledge.

Adrenaline kills the volume,

along with sobs that stay unnoticed,

to the monster that thickens within the darkness

She's unafraid of what comes next.

Repetition is my death.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)