. . She, Thoughts bouncing off The walls… Questions Piling up, pink Petal tears dropping… Dropping, Dropping. Reminiscing their entwined Curious fingers, Sharing childhood memories. Not so innocent moments But so very uplifting. Dark self-whispers Taking their turn Did he? Didn’t he? Loves he me not? Echoing in The middle of her room’s Pitch-black silence,…… Continue reading Monologues…