time amassed a repressed suffering within her. a web spun by self in recurring spiral. damp ducts unnerved by pain to come.

undoing, undoing, undone.

tied to the tracks of her own mind, darkness reminded what she tried to hide. with darcy-like swiftness, her lids danced with their partners. and as they spun to fruition, she desperately sought their  departure.

but her tears proved to be a guise for an insidious realization.
sensing this formidable familiarity, she frantically attempted to dissuade the sensation. the tunnel of her gaping dissonance rapidly encroaching, gaining traction. and with it came trappings of a brutal confrontation.

the silent torments unleashed, as symphonies of denial dispelled.
icy honesty confronting her with taunting smile.

and with baptismal movements,
these inhalations executed their mission.