She’s unafraid on the surface
But barely keeping her head above water
Drowning in chaos
Drifting further away from the light.
She is a mystery, her mind is an abyss tainted with doubts
Her stories long forgotten,
Pages of cloistered memories
Buried among the debris of her secrets.
She has reached the trifecta of loneliness
Voices inside her head kept her awake
Her hands are cold
Stone cold. Just like her heart.