White walls book cases   stone cold angel faces   book spines calfskin   moonlight bedim.   Faux fur- garments   bent page- parchment   cold floor- marble   closed door- startled.   Perked ears on walls, mask the downfall.   Speak less, hear more.   Stop the folklore.   Poison my tea- full glass, ...

She sat at her desk, Wondering if life was Worth living beyond the Contents of her mind, Because she found fantasy Kinder then the reality Beyond her bedroom door Where the shouts and hurt Filled the very air She breathed. Drowning in her loneliness, Her friends were the books On her shelves and the birds ...