Prism of Horror

Hearing her own breath, In this little room of darkness The walls reflecting her own fear, Terror rushing through, forming a 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…

Embellish Yourself

It might seem too much at once For too fast do things now go To wait, oh why wait? For we’ve delayed enough It’s a question, something to wonder about Wait for the right time, Or make the time right? Seems to be at all times, a huge dilemma Learning with experience Or the mould…