the questions
this shadow
rising around her
threaten to strangle
what doesn't succumb
in this room
no one sees
the stuff of life and proof
and the echoing silence
from shattered remains
so she waits
barely moving
seeing glimmering time
trapped in her mind
sole dysfunction of haste
its darkness creeps
into corners of light
causing the answers to turn
chasing truth under rugs
as she grasps at the strings
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