A speck of light

A story of a darkness that’s holds a speck of light

A communication device, one that’s doesn’t recognize a person voice is suddenly destroyed

A bathtub full of water has already drained the life out of her,

There she is drooping, exhausted, somewhere between life and death

In her dream, she hangs from the root of a branch, a ware that death is waiting, afraid that she will die without ever knowing love, greater than the fear of the death is loneliness

She isn’t alone in this dark horror

True as its, surely the darkness has a speck of light that hasn’t yet been seen, one small gap could be the path towards one more breath, one which relieves

At the essence of the first flame, killing death within must be done, after life there is rebirth