She lies half-lost in the midnight.
Her thoughts leap
fill the room –
they weave with each other until
through the silver web.
And then they start to get
The first crack;
the only quiet in the cacophony.
Nothing happens. She starts to distrust her senses.
no, yes, it’s –
The tape that holds her together has lost its strength.
She screams once, silently, without opening her mouth.