FAMILIAR FRIEND
It hits so hard.
Why can't she see it coming?
The rememberence of rejection from one so dear.
What pulsating strength she had left now fades with the consuming nothingness.
Why does the cold comfort?
Like the sliding touch she once felt.
The gaze, once so warm, now glides over with peaceful disdain.
As it reaches for its victim, the once hated shadows become the grudging hiding place for the slowly burgeoning madness.
Will they see?
Will they see that the world around is breaking?
What once was whole grieves with no visible signs of trauma.
Are they blind enough?
So that it may consume her.
As she lets it sink in, it feels familiar.
Like an old friend.
The insanity strikes fear, yet continues to draw her in deeper into its ever winding labyrinth.
No fighting, no struggle on her part.
In fact she greets it with a smile.
Its viscid halls cocoon the knowledge of lost innocence.
Walking slowly to the door, she beckons her savior inside.
No one will recognize what she has become.
Yet no one will say a word.
- Alyssa
