A basement below a fully thriving household; a crack exists to let in the light
The inhabitants of the whole street are seen and heard but are unaware of the presence that surveys them.
In this dark, dingy basement, where death is constantly in the air and ruminating in the bones of this isolated individual.
She has lost all feeling, all 5 senses and has become part of the decor
Fading away in the shadows; personality lost to the darkness.
The Queen of her darkness killed her. Dragged her by the hair till she was bald; beaten by demons till her skin was bruised inside and out.
Her unwanted or unnoticed presence to be tolerated only by her strangling thoughts
Self deprecation is her everlasting presence
She wonders if stepping out of this foundation will make her a whole person. Or will its existence always haunt her.