The Shadows Speak

Quiet, so quiet. Silence itself is a sound so profound, leaving her feeling claustrophobic, though she fears no tight space. Close your eyes, seek darkness, now she feels the pain of absence. Craving the time, but dreading the loneliness that will consume her entirety. Distractions dance through the room, shadows on the walls; she's left forgetting comfort and feels like a mouse trapped inside a maze. Always running into dead ends, going in circles, and screaming "let me be free!" as she clenches her mind, eyes still closed, doubled over ready to heave. In the dark, sinister lies play tricks on me; in the mute the monster shouts such horrible things. Here the tears shed, leaving her always questioning..."What is wrong with me?"