the piercing glare of moonlight
running along the stairwell wall
the silent creep of hurried footsteps
scurrying across the darkened hall
nothing but an unsteady breath
and lonesome thoughts to accompany her
losing herself in a world without gravity
to weigh her down to the tethers of sanity
no, she's not completely mad
but when the night transforms into a tunneled capsule
knowing that there is none but herself
it's a little hard to keep a steady silence
on the intangible colors which boom
like fireworks, making all that noise
inside her head