Fathima Rafeek
Joined August 2018
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Inside Her Head
Besides the faint glow of a street lamp, her room was smothered in darkness, and anybody looking in would easily miss the small heap of flesh on the floor. She lay crumpled up on the cold, hard ground and screamed silently as the hot tears seared the carpet beneath her. Every now and then, her fist pounded the floor, an unconscious protest against emotions altogether. But all that truly remained was the black. The silence. And herself.
By Fathima Rafeek6 years ago in Psyche