Prism of Horror

Hearing her own breath,

In this little room of darkness

The walls reflecting her own fear,

Terror rushing through,

forming a whole prism of horror.

In this hushed room-

Solitude that is unwanted,

Silence that is unknown,

Shelter that is perilous.

Open eyes, hurting to be closed

And a beating heart that ceases to slow..

Should she fight, flight or freeze?

Desperate for aid, apprehension taking over her faith

Can’t take the risk, can’t let go.

No question of Love,

Or any sort of belongingness.

For there isn’t a soul around,

Only the cold walls, seeking to provide comfort?

Bursting with fear, the petite figure scans the room

To find a reckless opening

A mere ray of hope.

Trying to differentiate day from night,

Trying to think of the joyful reminiscences,

and failing in a miserable manner..

For that only brings the ghostly tears

Of exhaustion and starvation.

How long will it be before she gives up?

Gives in to the terrible fate,

And into the cruel hands of the unknown?

Who decides, what is courageous, brave, heroic?

For in this state, it is a mere fight

Between deception and myth,

Between chicanery and delusions,

Between uncertainty and misjudgement.

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