A soft touch,
with a gentle voice
soon following.
"Do you want to play?"
It asked.
A simple question,
capable of changing
everything.
Slow
and
steady,
she raises her head.
Turning to the one
who has her hand
outstretched.
She looks to her confused,
her sudden appearance
almost too good
to be true.
Who is she?
She asks herself.
Unable to say
a single word.
She,
who shines bright,
piercing through the darkness
like a ray of sunlight.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Voiceless (Older Version)
Сучасна прозаWhat happens in the dark remains in the dark. What is never voiced will remain unheard. How long will you remain voiceless before it destroys you? ~First published on Textnovel.com~
