she didn't have to check the clock to know it all happened at 12:42, the moment the demons tried to beat her numb;
she could hear them scream,
she could feel them run,
she could see them cry.
she could sense the monsters,
they were dancing in the night.

she walked out the door at half past 3 to find a trail of unpleasant rose petals; they brought her to the dark.
there: outside; the hopeless shadows stood.
one that tried to break the chains
but broke the bonds, too.
one that tried to spread its wings
but exploded like a firework.
no matter how much they try,
everyone knew they can never change.
so, instead, they cover everything up
as if it were all just a game.

she woke up, later on, exactly six hours after and warned everyone with stares; asking questions words cannot answer.