Black Balloon

Here she lies- a pool of nothingness. Eyes hollow abysses. Moths have eaten away the carrion. Blood streams from placid veins. Checking lost vital signs. Destination nowhere. She remembered the house of cards she built up to block the pain. Shallow. Hollow. Swallow. These walls could easily blackmail. Too easily. A bundle of fear. The taxi cab driver when she wanted to get out at Market. Tick tock went the clock of doom. She waited, but not for this. Her hands let go, bloody. Freefalling. His touch could have warmed her. He hadn't come. Her heart dead. Silent dread. Ghosts haunt, sadly. Untamed emotion. Distraught. Untaught. Chilling whispers. Sealed demise. Alone.